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1 Short Stories! on Sat Jul 24, 2010 9:17 pm


Here is a thread where ya'll can post short stories you want to share, They can be written by you, or your friends if they give you permission to post up their stories or short stories you want people to see that have been written already. All stories will be under the copywrite laws here and will not be used by anyone.

be mindful about the no sexual refferances though and no foul language, otherwise, enjoy. People are also free to give constructive critique, though nothing offensive please ^^

Let the writing begin~

I'll give you guys a taste, my story here has yet no title, but i'm writing it for Kindran, i said as he said to me to write how our fursona's first met. Here's what i have SO farrr for the story.... because it's a bit long to do all at once :3

-Chapter 1

It’s quiet, the land’s surroundings as silent as death, but is livelier than one could ever imagine. It’s the fall, the leaves gracefully changing colour and dancing in the air on their way to the ground. It’s not the end of their journey, most things are just cycled. There is birth, life, death, and after death, there is always more life; we all know this and everyone has their own story no matter how simple or complex it may be. Even something so simple as a leaf could have a curious past, present and future. Perhaps a tigress, just like the leaf she kept in her fur, tucked in behind her ear, a curious past? She was different, that’s a thing to be certain of upon sight. Not white and black, but lavender tinted stripes, slim and agile figure, and a pure snow-white coat. Her tail is longer than usual, her paws all padded purple; oh yes she’s a curious sight indeed. Her past? She’s been hunted before, kidnapped, driven out of her family pack, gone to find a human home, tortured and experimented on. The list could go on, but the story is the same. She’s an outcast. Those close to her have been lost; the tigress that roams these silent yet gaudy lands has yet to find them. Some she hasn’t met yet, some she may never see again, some to catch up with and to find love with one.


Thick foliage splashed across the ground and the tigress’s paws relaxed, her tail scooping up star shaped leaves off of the floor of the forest. She loved the fall season, before her pack deemed her unworthy, she and her mother would play amongst the falling leaves. Her mother would shake small Halfling trees and the orange and yellow glory would pile on top of her resting body. Her mother was the only one who loved her and all through her life she had her mother as her one friend. The leaf that hid amongst her purple and black tufts of fur, behind her ear was given to her by her mother. Lavender. That was her mother’s name and the tiger thought it ironic the one name she held close would be her curse. Though she didn’t think it, she loved being able to stand out and be proud, that’s who she is. Niala. That’s who she is.
Niala leaned her body against a maple tree, looking up and watching the leaves as they gracefully headed towards the ground, admiring how they danced and twirled in the breeze. One began floating to her and she reached out a paw, her claws extending from their hiding place to reach it. The wind blew favourably against the leaf and it brushed against Niala’s paw and up her outstretched arm. She smiled, her two top fang like teeth baring over her bottom lip as the leaf brushed against her cheek fur. The warmest touch she’d been given in years… and it was by a leaf, but she didn’t mind.
Her ears began to twitch; in amongst the soft fluttering sounds of dry leaves falling to earth, a distant movement caught her attention.
One…Two…Three…Four? … Four…
Four animals lurked around her, all sensed to be coming from the same direction. They’re hunting…
Niala got up onto her paws; she stretched a little before beginning to casually stroll towards the lake. A smart grin formed on the feline’s face as she reached the large liquid basin at the bottom of a mountain range. The water so clear like crystal and so smooth and calm. She was sure to change that; her paw tapped against the surface of the calm water. A sheen of lavender swept across the water almost instantly and her ears pressed to the back of her skull, her tail flicked slowly, her eyes glistened a bright, crisp ice blue and she whispered softly.
“Bring it.”

Niala also had a gift; an elemental control, she’d been born with the ability to control water. The moment any part of her body touched but the surface of water, it was her playground. She could manipulate from as large as the earth’s ocean, to as small as a single droplet of liquid crystal. She hated using it for pain and violence, but when she had no other choice it was her, or them.


Niala closed her eyes and crouched close to the ground. She could feel them moving behind her, around her, getting closer. They’re hungry… but what are they? They’re bigger than her, their shadows swimming around her mind, the growls of the hungry beasts filling her ears. But still, this was going to be easy.
One of the canid beasts was only a few feet behind her now. A warm tingling sensation stretched through her body as she heard it breathing. The husky growl it gave made her jolt, her eyes squinting now.
“What do we have here boys… A little kitten?” The leader of the pack growled threateningly. She felt his fur brush against hers and she winced, the smell was like a savage death, or just a dog that hadn’t washed for years. He sat beside Niala and his paw reached out to her chin and she felt his claws press hard into her skin. It was large, muddy and rough; she looked up at him and cringed. A jet-black werewolf met her bright blue eyes; patches of fur were missing, a scar from his muzzle all the way down his left side. The sight was poorly.
“Methinks she’s a little bony though…” He smirked and let go of her and turned to his pack and looked back at Niala. She muttered to herself, her tongue rolling over her teeth as she sat there as still as she could, just staring at their watery grave to be.
“How should we feast tonight, Lord.” Niala snickered at his name quietly and the werewolf’s ears flicked and the head wolf snapped his head back to the tigress.
“We’ll decide that later, first, how to kill her,” He leant his rugged head down to Niala’s face and his wet, putrid tongue licked up her cheek “She’s an innocent one and deserves no pain... What do you say to that precious?” Niala grimaced and grunted at this, he just smiled and padded almost gracefully into the water. The others joined him and they all turned to the tigress, smiling evilly at her. Their backs all hunched over and they crouched lower into the water, Niala smiled and whispered softly and sweetly to them.
Her finger flicked up and large bubbles of water rose up into the air, the werewolves half under them and struggling. They couldn’t breathe, and the bubbles started to freeze as an icy mist surrounded them. The weakest wolf, a nice shade of copper, stopped struggling, his body falling limp and the other two began to slow down. Lord still kept his pace and Niala looked into his dark bottle-green eyes. She glanced at the other three werewolves, all of them dead now, drowned in the air. The tigress smiled, looking back at her victim, Lord. His lifeless eyes stared back into hers and her smile disappeared. She blew air onto the wolves and all four of them merged with the bubbles, all four of them transforming into water in a lavender flash.
“Choose a better life, to take this one’s place.” She whispered. A tear dripped down the surface of her fur as the bubbles faded to mist and graced back into the water basin.
She turned her back on the scene and sat, fixing up her fur and making sure her leaf was still safe. After a moment or two she rose up, her eyes shut lightly and her head moving side to side as she tried to catch the wind in her fur. She sighed and opened her eyes slowly, beginning to continue her journey, taking the first steps now, into her new life.

Chapter 2

In a clearing of the forest, there was another outcast. He, too, was a sight. Dark grey scales shimmering in the sunlight and all over his body, deep electric purple veins branched. He was a chimera like mix of cat and snake and his forked tongue slithered out as he licked his cat like lips. His teeth were all mostly fangs and he growled, following his stomach, which growled back. Kindran was his name and he was also an outcast.
He felt the warmth of mother-earth rise up into his paws and his eyes scanned his surroundings. His veins began glowing a deep violet and he crouched low to the ground, his ears were flicking and his tail was parallel to the forest floor. Whispers grew loud in his ears and he felt the air bending around his body. The PSI energy flowing throughout his body and he felt his muscles pulsing with adrenaline.
He was off at the sound of a breaking twig his ears were like radars and were flicking vigorously at the sounds. He was incredibly fast, more so than the speed of a cheetah, dodging the forestry in his path. His drive was food. He hadn’t fed in days and even though he felt weak, his need was driving him faster and harder nonetheless. He could smell it; it was intoxicating, his fangs extending longer from his jaws and bearing over his bottom lips and his mouth was watering. He ran faster now, determined to catch his prey he took in deep breaths and ran into a shrubbery forest. Bottlebrushes and tree ferns and all the shrubs he ran past flicked into his face. He didn’t care, as he wasn’t concentrating. His red eye darkened into a crimson shade and his golden eye became brighter and he felt his prey ever closer to him.
He was out of the shrubbery patch now, he was chasing after deer. It was a Buck by his senses; large, masculine yet slow and young and he was alone. Perfect.
There was an abrupt halt and Kindran let the world catch up to him as his last few steps became padded and soft. His body lowered to the forest floor and I slunk into some bushes nestled into the foot of a giant weeping willow.
Kindran began to glow and he felt heat rushing to his claws and they became red hot.


Kindran was also an elemental controller as his PSI energy gave him a deep connection to the balance of life. He could borrow the energy from anything living and turn it into a weapon of violence or assistance. Unlike Niala, he had only a short burst for each element at a time. Yet he could manipulate them all. Niala only has the power over one, and with that one, she controls it completely and for however long her heart desires.


Quietly, Kindran crept around the trunk of the willow, the sweet sanguine liquid flowing through the deer’s body reached deep into Kindran’s lungs with each breath. He was set on catching his meal… He crouched not two feet away from the buck now and Kindran rubbed two claws together creating a spark.
With a focused and fiery burst of air, Kindran blew the sparks and the deer’s legs, and legs only, caught alight. Burning, the cries of the Buck tore Kindran inside. But he couldn’t let this one go away.
He leapt onto the Buck’s back and his fangs extended out as far as they could. His paws, small, yet strong and powerful, clamped onto the deer’s neck.
It was over. No more pain, no more life and no more threats left for the deer to be cautious of in its everlasting peace. The flames stopped in a flash of blue and while the blood was still fresh, Kindran bit down into the deer’s neck. The hunger made him drink fast, though he savoured every drop. His claws retracted and he lay on top of the deer, finishing up his meal and quenching his, what seemed, ever lasting thirst.
He finished, his stomach filled with his new energy and not his hunger pains. He was satisfied and sighed in relief and he slid down and rested his body against the, still warm, carcass of the buck.
“Ever lasting peace my friend, thankyou for the life you give.”


Kindran also hated to kill as so many have tried to kill him, but he had to, to live, to survive and defend.
He had no family to feed and no loved ones to protect, so far no friends to fight for. But he knew he would some time soon, friends, loved ones and one to love in love itself. He longed for company even though he did enjoy the solace of himself. But he wasn’t made of stone, his heart did beat and his body in its prime for another to love. It was the matter of when and who…


He got up gracefully and his feline tail drew a spiral through the Buck’s soft fur. Kindran’s veins began to glow a brighter purple and he knelt to the ground, summoning the earth’s energy and a wave of earth and rock moved the deer’s body into the centre of the forest clearing, there a hole where the deer was lowered into the earth so he could be one with life again. Kindran’s control ceased over the earth element and he looked down into the river the Buck was drinking from and dived in.
“Take me where the current passes oh wonderful middle earth.”
And with this he drifted with the water, passing by wherever the currents took him…

Chapter 3

Niala roamed through a tall pine tree sector of the forest. Her paws gently padding against pine cones and dry bristled leaves. She was looking up at the partly clouded sky, which looked as if it’d been torn into pieces as all the branches and leaves stretched and collided with one another.
“A puzzle by nature.” She whispered softly to herself as she watched the branches parting the sky.
There was a clearing up ahead and in the middle of it was a lonely figure, it was drenched in darkness, an odd little cloud hanging above it, appearing as if to shelter it. Niala’s ears twitch as she picked up its lowly soft whimpering. What was it? Niala’s good natured and curious heart drove her closer to the animal. It wasn’t small, it was only curled up, its wings folded and draping over its body. It was scaly, with a mane that seemed to trail from its head to the tip of its tail; which was tucked in a tight curl at its feet.
A dragon…
It was a dark dragon. Niala was guessing a shadow master. She had an urge to run, or fight but something tugged at her, something hinting to her that she was safe. The dragon flinched a little and its scales rustled gently, shimmering in the glow of sunlight around it.
It was now dusk, Niala had been watching over the animal for hours. The dragon began to lift its head slowly and its paws unfolded from underneath it. Niala watched its body uncurl gracefully and she smiled up at the dragon admiring its powerful and virtuous figure. The dragon turned to Niala and her ice blue eyes met the dragon’s ice blue eyes and Niala could only smile.
“Good evening to you dragoness,” As she noticed the slender muscles and feminine snout. “Did you have a decent sleep?”
The dragon leered at the tigress and whispered in a deep gentle voice.
“I wasn’t sleeping…”
“Oh, well it seemed like you were,” Niala replied with a bubbly and happy tone and the dragon just stared at her. “Getting a good look? Here…” she slid into the moonlight clearing and stretched, her colouring more visible.
“Are you purple??” The dragoness looked almost amazed.
“Yep, only one of my kind too.”
“I know how that feels…” The dragon blew the cloud up and it disappeared in mist and then she looked back down at Niala.
“Niala,” She held up her paw. “Niala’s my name.”
“You’re trusting a shadow dragon?”
“No, I’m trusting you.” The dragoness knelt to the tigress’s height and looked deep into her eyes. “I know you’re not one of them.”
“No… I’m not…” The dragoness held out her finger like claw to Niala’s paw and Niala shook it, the dragoness smiled. “Nyyrikkia.”


Nyyrikkia was a misfortunate, yet kindhearted dragon. She came from a line of bloodthirsty and vicious shadow dragons. She had a kind streak that, in her clan, was not particularly taken kind too. Not even her own family would spare her life, the clan’s leader, the only one sparing her life, had chosen her to be his mate. Nyyrikkia was powerful, more so than any other shadow dragon. But she was on the run from her brother, whom she used to hold dear. He despised her kindness and wanted to smear her out of the shadows and out of their reputation. She wasn’t running, but she didn’t want to fight him, she didn’t like killing. So she met Niala in her journey and they became close friends.


Chapter 4

He had a den; it was small, quaint, cozy and surrounded by beauty. Though it wasn’t much to meet the eye, Kindran’s past dwelled upon it.


He was bred here a long time ago, a military camp was set up, and he was the result of a genetically mutated breeding program. He was a designed killer, but was abandoned when he refused to harm anyone. Though, despite all of the loneliness he’d felt since the age of two, Kindran felt the comfort of his parents’ love even though in life he had never gotten it. He felt what he should have had, so he stuck himself there like a cats claw weed to a cottage wall.


Kindran’s veins began fading in colour, dulling to the shade of his scales almost, as he climbed out of the river and shook off almost every drop on him. He smiled at the familiar comfort and sat in front of his den. His tail flicked slowly and he breathed in, inhaling all he could in one breath and upon his exhale he looked at the scenery around him. He sat in a clearing, but was surrounded by a baby pine tree and fern thicket. Wild gooseberries grew beside his den and covered the mound on top. Kindran slowly got up and paced around, his ears flicking at the faint sounds of animals, living, laughing, loving and being loved in return. He smiled faintly to himself, a dry, crusted trickle of the Buck’s blood flowing from the crease in his lips. He licked it off and his smile faded.
“Monsters don’t get love,” he muttered to himself, his father’s words ringing over and over in his mind.
No love… no happiness…no, nothing.
The gentle creature headed for the mouth of his den, his gold and red eyes both watering. Oh how he longed the safety and solitude of being in another’s arms.
He looked at the veins flowing down his arm and the scales on his paws as he lay down at the rim of the den, looking out at the clearing. It seemed as soon as he left all the animals came out. A family of pheasants waddled around the mouth of his den and one of the babies came up and sat on his muzzle. He looked at the baby pheasant and smiled, his tail flicking slowly and happily. His paw came up and he began to pat it against the baby’s soft feathers. It let off a tweet and fluffed up it’s feathers, jumping off of his nose and waddling back to its family.
“I can be gentle dad… you just had to be around to see it…” he whispered and curled up on his bed of dry, green moss. His paw hung over his head and he drifted, listening to all around him as the song that sang him to sleep.
He dreamt.


Lights were going off, welding and chains surrounded him, and he was restrained. Kindran couldn’t move now, his heart was beating faster than ever as sweat dripped down his scales. They were coming to him with machines.
What are those machines? What do they do? Help me… HELP ME!
His arms pulled against his restraints and someone came and flipped him onto his stomach. A brutal muscular hand pinched down onto his nerves held down his neck and he let off a foul hiss. Another hand began pushing down on his back and he felt something cold and flat being placed down his back and legs. He felt there was a crack somewhere on it; a harsh icy wind was funneling through it and pinching at his back.
Kindran’s ears flicked and he began breathing faster, his defense started to show as his teeth began to show and elongate. His veins all started glowing a black purple and his golden eye began glowing almost white gold, and his red eye the darkest shade of red. He began to growl and hiss. His muscles began to tense up and he struggled against the metallic restraints.
The tension was getting to him and he let off a disturbing growl, it was deep and husky but it didn’t do anything. The man holding a little device came closer and he held the device to Kindran’s neck. His eyes began to water and he let out a sorrowful moan and growl. He relaxed knowing it was useless to struggle yet his anger still writhed within him.
He felt the sharp, ice like touch of the device on the back of his neck, just under the hand that pinned him down. His breathing became shallow and rugged and it clamped onto the largest vein on him, which ran down his spine.
Kindran’s growls and yells were of agony and pain as he felt his vein being pulled apart from him. His body tensed up completely and he wound himself as tight as he could, trying to stop the pain. It only got worse.
His veins were being separated from his body, and a deep crimson red began to trickle from where his veins were. He was loosing blood, and fast. His torturers didn’t care; they thought he was immune to pain, being a monster.
“No love.”
“No happiness.”
“No… nothing”
The two men laughed and Kindran lay barely conscious in a deep pool of his own blood. He only opened his eye to see his torturers carrying off his veins, his only power, in a glass case.


“NO!” He was huffing loudly at the thought and his body lifted in the blink of an eye, sweat dripping from his scales. He looked down at his paws and arms and began to purr in relief. He was safe; he was alive.
He slid out of his den and moaned. The ground was freezing but he needed to wash himself. He padded slowly to the river and held his breath, expecting the water to be freezing and he jumped in.
“What the!” He let go of his breath and his paw dipped in and out of the water repeatedly. It was warm?
It’s winter… and night surrounds us… and the water is as if it were mid summer?
He stretched and his hind paws felt colder than his front paws. The warmth wasn’t natural…
Kindran started to push against the current and towards the warmth.

me hopes ya'll read and like ^^

2 Re: Short Stories! on Sun Jul 25, 2010 11:10 pm

Jadis Anikeria Ornitier

I dont know if you'll call this short lol but i may have one of mine up soon and I love it by the way. Way better then I can do.

3 Re: Short Stories! on Sun Jul 25, 2010 11:31 pm


Not sure if that's short but it was exciting.

Here's a short story in role play form.

The story of the lost coin
Jack - The Tiger/kangaroo boy hybreed who is kind to all about everything.
Jorden - The Lion girl who hangs around jack.

[Jack] Hey! Jorden! Look at this!
[Jorden] What is it?
[Jack] It's a coin!
[Jorden] What kind of coin?
[Jack] A lost one.
[Jorden] How is it lost if it is in your paws??
[Jack] It's not mine. I found it on the ground. Some one lost it.
[Jorden] Finders keepers you know.
[Jack] That's just mean! I shall return it to its owner
[Jorden] ... No one will truly be honest to you.
[Jack] If they are nice they will be.
*Jack holds up the coin and a bird swoops down and takes it away*
[Jack] ! That bird stole the lost coin!
[Jorden] Maybe its the birds coin.
[Jack] Hmm...maybe...or maybe that bird is a coin thief.
[Jorden] Jack its just a coin! Relax.
[Jack] Yea but its a lost coin!
[Jorden] It was found by the owner thanks to you.
[Jack] you really think so?
[Jorden] Yea. I think you did the right thing.
*big hugs between the two*


4 Re: Short Stories! on Sun Jul 25, 2010 11:33 pm

Jadis Anikeria Ornitier

*Laughs at the bird part* That was good

5 Re: Short Stories! on Sun Jul 25, 2010 11:34 pm


:3 I thought it was natural cuz tht happens to me alot


6 Re: Short Stories! on Mon Jul 26, 2010 5:23 pm


lol, that was awesome, and yes buddy, in this thread things like that can be classified as short story :3

7 Re: Short Stories! on Mon Jul 26, 2010 6:18 pm


Oki. Well...ill have to think of another short story soon. I had fun coming up with the first one


8 Re: Short Stories! on Mon Jul 26, 2010 6:39 pm

Krory Anikeria Ornitier

They're all awesome. Especially Nia's....Hmm....*Wonder's if he'll be included...*

9 Re: Short Stories! on Fri Jul 30, 2010 4:13 am


hahaha, now Krory ... *blushes* that's a story on How kindran met niala, a little trady thing kin and i have going for eachother, maybe a different story i shall include more furs...

But here's a story from a trade i did with Kayle i drew his avatar and he wrote me a story.

Lucy opened her eyes. Something was odd, though she couldn’t quite put her paw on it. She blinked. Wait, why did she think “paw” instead of “finger”? She pondered this for a moment, idly twitching her tail. She blinked again. Tail? What tail? Lucy looked over her shoulder, and, sure enough, a white and black striped tail was idly tapping the floor behind her. A sudden realization dawned on her.
She wasn’t Lucy anymore, at least not in the technical sense. She was Niala, her fursona. The realization didn’t startle the human-turned-tigress. Lucy/Niala just shrugged and stretched herself, purring. Then she looked down, and, finally, she WAS startled.
She was standing on a window, looking down through it into the room on the other side. The feline stared, transfixed, then looked around her. Where was she?
All around her were stairways leading into nowhere, doors that opened into walls, windows that only reflected more windows on the other side, floors with light bulbs and chandeliers standing vertically from them, ceilings with tables and chairs hanging suspended, as if they would fall at any second. In the distance, Lucy/Niala could hear what sounded like an orchestra or a band playing, but the music seemed to be moving forward, while at the same time backward, like two recordings of the same song played at the same time, with one being played in rewind, while the other one was played normally. The effect was chaotic, but somehow soothing. Where was she?
The feline lifted one foot/paw and stepped forward. She giggled a bit. She was walking on a WALL, of all things. She took another step, and then another. Whatever this weird funhouse was, it had a good vibe to it. It felt… FUN! Niala suddenly jumped, and, wonder of wonders, she didn’t fall. She just floated, moving toward what appeared to be a ceiling, all the way on the other side of wherever she was. The feline hummed to herself and tucked her paws behind her head as she floated. The ceiling, her destination, didn’t seem to be getting much closer, though she was passing countless windows and walls and tables and other assorted décor. Trees and shrubs planted in walls and stairways seemed to wave at her as she passed, and the feline couldn’t help but wave back.
Niala looked ahead again, and the ceiling she was floating towards was suddenly at hand. She straightened out, and landed smoothly, the surface cool on her footpaws. She laughed. This was almost too much fun! She launched herself out into the open space in the center of the room, angling for a distant stairway, which seemed to be climbing along a floor before extending straight down onto a ceiling. Hmm… but, something was missing. What was it?
Suddenly, the world blossomed into color. Anything she looked at changed to a new color, forming incredible washes of vibrancy that she thought impossible. Yeah, that’s what had been missing; colors! The feline laughed as the shades and hues shifted and blended together. These colors could never exist, but here they were, right in front of her!
The tigress pulled a cartwheel as she floated through the air. She touched down on the stairway, and began to climb it up the floor. The distant music began to become louder, as if she was moving towards it. She began to run faster, seeking out the source of the sound, but the faster she ran, the slower she climbed the stairs. She slowed down her pace, and she suddenly began to move faster. She laughed at the disorienting effect, and slowed down even more. Before long, she had reached the top of the stairs.
In the room beyond was a concert hall. On the stage was a jumble of assorted instruments, arranged in piles and stacks. The music, which had sped up considerably, though seemed to be moving slower at the same time, was originating from the stacks of instruments, though none of them seemed to be playing at all. Niala kept moving, going through an inverted door at the far side of the hall, and emerged in the air above a shining beach. Nothing here seemed backwards or out of the ordinary. The tigress began to slowly descend towards the sand, and then let herself drop the last few feet. She fell for a moment, and then… sunk. She gasped in surprise as she sunk chest deep in the sand. She threw a paw up, and when she brought it down onto the sand, it splashed, like water would. Niala lay on her back, floating atop the liquid sand. She stroked backward, laughing. The sand-water was pleasantly warm, and, before she knew it, she was approaching the blue water of the beach. She reached out, and the water was solid, yet grainy and coarse like sand. She pulled herself up onto the blue shore, and lay down, watching the sky, where a flock of dolphins was flying. Looking at the sand-water, a shoal of seagulls was idly swimming below the surface. She chuckled at the thought of flying dolphins and aquatic birds, and then stood. Behind her was another doorway, this one turned sideways. The tigress ducked through it.
On the other side was the concert hall, though this time, she was on the ceiling. She walked across, humming along with the chaotic music. Through yet another door was… darkness. The whole room was dark. Niala took a few tentative steps forward, and suddenly felt herself falling upwards. When she stopped “falling”, the tigress was in a brightly lit room, with a golden spiral stairway in front of her. The music began to speed up again, as if urging her forward.
Niala began to climb the stairs, going around and around. At the top was a wooden door. Curious, she pushed it open, and…
Lucy woke up.

Written fantastically i must say :3

10 Re: Short Stories! on Fri Jul 30, 2010 6:35 pm


Yes, it is very well written, if I may say so myself... lol.

Call me a sinner, call me a saint
Tell me it's over, I'll still love you the same
Call me your favorite, call me the worst
Tell me it's over, I don't want you to hurt.
It's all I can say, so I'll be on my way.
-Shinedown, "Call Me"

Time can never mend
The careless whispers of a good friend
To the heart and mind,
Ignorance is kind
And there's no comfort in the truth
Pain is all you'll find.
-Seether, "Careless Whispers"

11 Re: Short Stories! on Fri Jul 30, 2010 8:42 pm


I like your stories nia.

I guess ill give it another go.

Ron was walking along the shores of the beach, letting the waves crash into his feet as they sink in the sand. His old buddy from the green dorm comes over with a rock. A really big rock that has a smiley face on it.
[Chazz] Hey, Ron. Remember when we were kids and you use to try to make really big splashes in the river?
[Ron] Yea. Those were good times. Why is that rock smiling at me?
[Chazz] It want's you to make a big splash in the ocean with it.
[Ron] I don't think I can make a smiling rock drowned in the depth's of the ocean just because you want me to make a big splash again.
[Chazz] Um...Ok hold on. *Turns rock over* There, now hes sad.
[Ron] Chazz....No
[Chazz] Aw come on Ron. For old time sake?
[Ron] I am sorry Chazz, I don't want to make a big splash right now.
[Chazz] Pleeease?
[Ron] No. *Starts walking to the forest away from the ocean*
[Chazz] *Drops the rock and follows Ron* So what do you want to do then?
[Ron] I want to be alone right now.
[Chazz] Does this have something to do with that girl from pink dorm?
[Ron] No.
[Chazz] Are you sure? shes been going to your room night after night.
[Ron] Listen chazz, Leave me be and go back to your dorm.
[Chazz] *Tears up a little* What is wrong brother? I want to know!
[Ron] *sigh* I guess you deserve to know. I need you to promise not to worry about me though.
[Chazz] How can I not? your my big brother.
[Ron] This time chazz, don't worry about me. I will be fine.
[Chazz] Ok. so what should I not be worried about?
[Ron] I am leaving the island and never coming back.
[Chazz] WHAT?!?
[Ron] I am tiered of this island. I must go.
[Chazz] Please, let me come with you!
[Ron] I guess I can't say no. I could use the company.
[Chazz] Yay! Thank you. when do we leave?
[Ron] First thing in the morning. Meet me at the docks. There will be a boat waiting for us.
[Chazz] Ok, ill be there at the crack of dawn. Where are you going now?
[Ron] I have a few people to say fair well to. Ill see you at the dorm.
[Chazz] Ok.
Chazz goes to the dorm and goes to his room. His room mate is still out so he was alone. There was a note on his bed. He picked it up and started reading.
"Dear Chazz,
I regret to inform you that your brother, Ron, has been expelled. He has probably already told you this information and we are truly sorry. Please come see me first thing in the morning.
- Shepori"
[Chazz] *Tears up and screams* My own brother lied! Hes not leaving, hes been expelled! What the hell? *Starts cussing at every thing and goes off looking for his brother only to find him already leaving the island on the boat* WAIT! Wait take me with you!
The boat continues the course and Chazz is left behind.
[Ron] *Closes his eyes and mumbles* Sorry little brother. *Tears flow from his eyes*
[Chazz] *Falls to his knees then lays down and cry's as the boat goes beyond the horizon.*
At the crack of dawn, chazz goes to Shepori.
[Chazz] Why did you expel my brother?
[Shepori] Your mom demanded it.
[Chazz] *Tears up again* *Sniff*
[Shepori] *hugs Chazz* I am sorry Chazz. Your brother was a great student.


This was extremely hard for chazz. His only family on the island is now thousands of miles away.


12 Re: Short Stories! on Fri Jul 30, 2010 10:56 pm


That's sad...

And the one Niala posted right above that one was by me, written as part of a trade and posted with permission.

Call me a sinner, call me a saint
Tell me it's over, I'll still love you the same
Call me your favorite, call me the worst
Tell me it's over, I don't want you to hurt.
It's all I can say, so I'll be on my way.
-Shinedown, "Call Me"

Time can never mend
The careless whispers of a good friend
To the heart and mind,
Ignorance is kind
And there's no comfort in the truth
Pain is all you'll find.
-Seether, "Careless Whispers"

13 Re: Short Stories! on Sat Jul 31, 2010 12:12 am


it was a good story nonetheless Kayle, well doned :3

and Buddy, that's ssadness Sad but well done

14 Re: Short Stories! on Mon Aug 09, 2010 5:50 pm


Chapter 5

Niala swam in circles around Nyyrikkia and giggled underwater. Her fur gracefully danced in the currents made by the dragoness’s tail and the bubbled from her nose formed a little necklace.
“Thank you” Niala’s head surfaced and her ears twitched at the gentle dragon’s voice. She turned her head and nodded and smiled, bubbles of water acting like scrubs and cleaning the dragoness’s scales. They began to glisten more and more and Nyyrikkia sighed in relief and relaxed. Her head rested on the bank of the river and Niala beamed at her.
“Feel better?”
“So much more relieved and relaxed… thank you, I needed this.”
“It’s my pleasure” Niala blew on the water around them and it became warmer, the winter chills outside it’s liquid barrier. “You’re my only friend Nyy…”
The dragon lifted her head slowly and looked into Niala’s eyes deeply. She could only feel happy in Niala’s returning stare.
“You’re mine Nia… you’re mine.” Niala smiled and lifted Nyyrikkia into the air on a large flat bubble and laughed quietly. Nyyrikkia blew velvet soft shadows from her scaly lips and they danced around Niala, who lifted herself into the air on a bubble with her friend. The shadows were of animals…
Snake…Fox…Winged wolf…Phoenix…Lion…Griffin...
All the animals twisted and twirled with grace in the gentle breeze that fluttered past. Niala shivered a little.
“Time for me to dry off.” Niala closed her eyes and steam rolled off of her fur, it was evaporating and she smiled, feeling fluffy again. The shadows rubbed through Niala’s fur and then returned to Nyyrikkia and they melded into her scales.
“I’ve never seen them take such a liking to someone.”
“Shadow minion’s of mine… they’re apart of me.”
Niala looked in awe and then her eyes glanced at the moon. The moonlight caught her gaze and her eyes twinkled in its luminescent glow. She closed her eyes and the moonlight still shimmered against her soft fur. Nyyrikkia stared blankly at the tigress’s abnormality of purple stripes and abilities.
“So…how did you get your…uniqueness Nia?”
Niala’s breath seemed to slow down and her head slowly tilted to the warm water beneath them.
“Since birth all I can remember is being taunted because I was born like this, to a tigress called Lavender… I thought it swimming with irony as I grew up having my mother’s name as what some called a ‘curse’. My clan mostly, they shunned that I was different and when I came of age to fend for myself they discarded me deep within the forest. I don’t know what they did to my mother but they took her away from me and all I can remember from that day is the pain of seeing my mother fight the clan off to help me. It was one against somewhere around the number of twenty-five and my mother was hidden beneath a pile of what I should have called kin. I heard the leader shout ‘there is no point in saving something that aught to be dead!’ and then they disappeared. So I’ve been on my own all along, using my power for survival only, trying to befriend animals like myself who share loneliness. It’s always good to have friends who understand how you feel.”
Niala leapt down onto the bank of the river and stared at the thick forestry on the other side of the river. She began growling, remembering back to her life treatment, the cold nights alone and scared, when she was younger and didn’t know how to use her powers. Creatures wanting to hunt her, to kill her, some had even tried to use her for their pleasures.
Her thoughts ceased when the dragon’s smooth voice cut through Niala’s soft growls.
“I’m sorry about all of it Niala. I do know exactly how you feel… though I wish I had the love of your mother from my parents… as soon as my clan found me out I was an instant traitor with only myself as my only friend and protector.”
The two friends shed tears over their past and Niala hugged the dragon. She felt Nyyrikkia’s wings cloak around them and for once in both their lives they felt loved.
Niala’s ears twitched and she turned her head sharply.
“Do you hear that?”
Nyyrikkia paused and whispered, almost a hiss.
“I do, go into the forest… it doesn’t seem a threat… But just to be sure...”
Nyyrikkia disappeared in a haze of shadow and black mist, which hung over the top of the warm water.
Niala fled into the pine tree thicket, not too deep in, she climbed up one of the trees and rested on its branch till Nyyrikkia signaled her to come back. Niala’s breath became soft and her eyes began to close; but just as she was starting to drift a distant hiss and chatter began to bloom in the background.

Chapter 6

Kindran’s ears flattened and he sighed in a pleasurable comfort. The warm water soothed his muscles and the current was mild, stirring the water around his body. His veins began glowing a brilliant purple, his eyes shining in the moonlight, and he sunk lower into the water as he continued to walk forward, pushing against the current. His paws flexed, the water reaching in between his fingers. He began to purr softly to himself, but his comfort and relaxation stopped when he came across the black mist.
It was eerie, dark shades of grey and jet-black meshing together gracefully. His senses were up almost immediately, alert. Kindran’s red eye faded into a gentle red but his golden eye was glowing brightly. He was standing still, his tail the only thing moving as it danced like seaweed on an ocean bed. Kindran’s breathing slowed down and it was heavy, something about this mist struck fear into him.
His head snapped sharply, as through the corner of his eyes he saw a pair of glowing crimson eyes, watching him. But it was only a stir of the mist as his eyes gazed into that of the spot, where he thought the pair of eyes were glaring back at him. He moved forward, his paw reaching into the mist of shadow. It was cold.
What is it?
He heard a low-pitched husky growl and a shadow reached out and grabbed him, pulling him into the mist.
Inside the shadows, animal figures began to form; a fox, a king cobra, a lion, a griffin, a phoenix and a winged wolf all snarling viciously; their eyes were deep red and their bodies were all jet-black. They began to chant around him, snarls turned into screams and Kindran felt fear and anguish surrounding him. Never had he heard so much agony in all his life, and he was hearing it all in the few seconds he’d been in the mist.
Suddenly, Kindran’s breathing became shallow and raspy, as a dragon’s eyes and face faded into his sights. Her teeth were baring and she had a smooth deep growl that cut through all other noises. And as she spoke, the screaming stopped and the animals faded into the dragon, forming the rest of her body.
“You don’t look like much danger, kitten.”
Kindran looked up at the shadow dragon almost pleadingly and innocently.
“I set out, not to hurt a soul this night…”
The mist lifted Kindran out of the water and he began shivering, the shadow’s touch was as cold as ice and the weather was already winter cold. The dragoness looked into Kindran’s eyes, seeing nothing but truth and fear. She scoffed and the mist lowered him back into the warm water. The dragoness leaned her head down and he saw she had a mane, which flowed gracefully, meshing into the fog of black.
“That’s all I get… fear… pain… torture…”
Kindran looked surprised and stuttered.
“W-what do you m-mean?”
“My species is a natural fear… I should be no exception the first sighting of an unknown eye.”
The mist disappeared and Kindran could see the dragon clearly now. Her scales glistening brilliantly in the moonlight and her eyes were an ice blue now.
“So… you weren’t going to slay me?” He asked uncertainly. His ears still pressed to the back of his skull.
“Only if you turned out a threat…” She replied calmly.
The dragoness’s wings flared out, flapping in their stretch; she was also much larger now, Kindran was looking up seven feet above him to meet her gaze.
“I’m glad I pose as one, not.” He forced a smile, and she returned one.
“What is your name…?” The dragoness’s voice was gentle and deep and almost soothing in his ears.
“Kindran… and yours gentle dragon?”
She smiled at this and leant down, crouching to the snake-cat’s height.
“Nyyrikkia, it’s nice to meet you, Kindran… Tell me something, what would one like you be doing out this late at night, a winter’s night?”
Kindran’s muscles relaxed once more, but the warmth of the water began to wean.
“I was seeking the source of the abnormal water temperatures.”
Nyyrikkia jolted a little and smiled.
“Ah, well, she’s around about here somewhere.”
The snake-cat’s veins lit up a little and he looked at the dragon in confusion.

Chapter 7

Niala’s eyelids fluttered open and the distant chatter filled her ears, her mind building her curiosity. Her tail curled around the tree branch and she peered over the bark. She was elevated high off of the ground… She hated heights; and she desired the ground.
Land… precious land!
Her sharp lavender claws dug into the tree branch, her fur stood on end and she stood up slowly. Her eyes darted side to side, up and down faster than a lightning strike in her fear of falling.
A way down!
Her gaze was locked on a thick branch in front of her, on a pine tree that had branches spiraling all the way down. The jump wasn’t too far; she just had to land in the right spot. Niala’s breathing became shallow as she slowly clenched her paws, stumbling to the edge of the branch. She heard Nyyrikkia’s laugh in the background her gentle voice was like a blizzard in summer as it cut through all the noises around Niala.
Crouched at the edge of the branch, Niala was scanning her surroundings and her eyes hooked themselves on the ground.
The second round of canid beasts almost made her sick. She remembered the werewolves and tears swelled up in her eyes. There was something odd about these hyenas though. They were all black with sharp red eyes, shadow like trails behind them. Their snickers were filled with desired death for pleasure, the hunting games. Was Nyyrikkia in trouble too?
Distant hisses and growls became all Niala focused on, she forgot about the heights and had no problem with jumping as she felt chills from the noises run up her spine.
More beasts. Hyenas and another dragon that was almost identical to Nyyrikkia. This wasn’t a kindly one. She watched as his Onyx black and crimson scales appear from the darkness in the pine tree growth into the gentle moonlight. Niala was almost choking, as in her mind admittedly he was rather beautiful. But his vicious growls were filled with anger and hate. Niala understood he was a genuine shadow dragon She understood she had to run, far and fast and not look back.
But what about Nyyrikkia…
The dragon beneath her began to flap his wings and smell the air. His Hyena minions formed a circle around him and growled and bit at the air. He looked like he was transforming… but into what? She heard screams and groans of agony and pain as his hyenas began laughing and faded into the same black mist Nyyrikkia transformed into, surrounding the enormous reptile, which vanished in the same mist.
Niala heard Nyyrikkia shout at something and then another set of snarls and growls matched the one’s that had recently faded into the dark gas pool. With that she curled up and began backing off slowly to the tree trunk that her support branched from.
She felt cold… She felt anger… Pain, loneliness, darkness… And she turned around only to see one of Nyyrikkia’s shadow forms behind her.
“Nyy?” Niala gave off a low soft whisper and shivered.
“No, I’m Flaminia, but that’s not important,” She sounded angry yet calm in her reply, her voice was harsh yet in a way comforting. “This is no place for you to be Nia… Valdemier is set on bloodthirsty revenge on his sister…”
“So she is in trouble!?” Niala’s tears began swelling up into her eyes and running rivers down her cheek fur. Her voice was cracking and breaking in sadness.
“The story is long lived and we simply have no time… Run Niala, run away and do not get mixed into this… we’ll handle it.” The shadow phoenix had a shadow aura, glowing… almost white? Her eyes were a deep blood red and saturated, the moonlight was sparkling in them.
Niala nodded but looked down to see the onyx mist meeting with a jet-black mist, with a large white figure in the middle of it. Was that Nyyrikkia? But without an answer to her thought, she found herself on the ground, running, running from that clearing and the snarls of the dragons and their shadow minions. Running from her friend, her only friend who she may never see again. Running from bloodthirsty war of beliefs. She looked up to the moon to see the phoenix flying towards where she was running from. A screech filled the air and then Niala stopped.
“Where on Earth…” She was deep into the pine forest, in the middle of a cold winter’s night, alone. “Am I…”
Her ears flicked and things didn’t seem to stay dark for long. Niala never realized that plants and flowers could glow…

and then i'm working on the end right nao! Very Happy

15 Re: Short Stories! on Tue Aug 10, 2010 12:35 am


This is an incredibly upsetting story, i kind of had to share it though because it is ripping me apart inside...

Great Heartache-

A nightmare written by Niala Ornitier

She looked into her husbands half lifeless eyes as his body lay motionless on the hospital bed. Why? Why did it have to happen to him, why did this happen to her? She felt her heart splintering into one million microscopic pieces as her ears were filled with the half words of her love’s pain and agony. She sat on his bed, by his side and so she had been for the past 2 months. She understood his choice and his decision wasn’t life. She was constantly in tears and she couldn’t eat, sleep, breathe and she couldn’t even look into her love’s eyes; his beautiful green-brown eyes. They were like glass, once filled with happiness and life, now filled with a blank absence. They’d been married 7 years. It wasn’t long enough for her to accept this fate. She leant her head on his chest; he could only bring up the strength to move his lips.

“L-Love…” his eyes shared the same fate as hers as they began to tear up. Her groans of misery filled the emergency ward and her wet, tear covered face rubbed against his broken chest.

“It’s not…what I want… I want… l-life… b-b…” his voice was cracking with emotions of sadness and hers couldn’t steady out. Her hands lifted to his warm, sweet cheeks. How she loved him. She loved him more than her life, he knew this. Her tears dripped onto his cheeks and down his face, she used her thumb to gently wipe her tears off of his soft lips. But she just broke down as she saw him crying too, his heart rate monitor speeding up.

“You know… I-I c-can’t live a h-half life… Love… you know… I don’t want to leave you…”


She leant her head against his chest again, this outburst of her anger turned her love’s eyes into a cherry red. Her breathing was ragged, she clenched her fists on the hospital blankets and wailed.

The doctors walked into the room and crowded around the medical equipment that gave her husband life. She couldn’t breathe, her love was about to be taken from her. Her life was to die with his… From now she would only survive but not live. She huddled up closely to her husband and held his hand to her chest, to her heart.

“I’ll never leave you Sweet…” he took a shallow and deep breath and looking into his wife’s eyes. “I’ll never… ever… stop loving you…” He kept his eyes locked on hers as the doctor turned of the dripper and pulled out the life supporting tubes, switching off every machine there was except for the heart rate monitor. His wife whispered with a sorrow filled voice “I love you… I always have… Please don’t leave… I’ll miss you…”

Her husband used his only strength to shake his head and cry out loud for his last moments of breath.

“I love you too… From the day I met you, I knew your heart was mine to keep… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I’ll miss you… too…” His heart stopped beating in his last sigh.

Her love was dead.

She closed his now lifeless eyes with a tender kiss. She couldn’t breathe anymore. She couldn’t breathe because her life was taken, and her heart stopped beating with his. She had no reason now… She watched the blanket she cried on become her beloved’s sheath as the doctors pulled it over his peaceful face.

“Gone..” She whispered through her tears. She lowered the blanket from his face and kissed his lips. They were still warm and her crying began again. “GONE!”

“We’re so sorry miss…” One of the doctors said softly.

“I love you…” she whispered heavily through her sorrow as the doctors helped her out of the ward. She turned her head to face her love’s body and just maybe… hoping he could still hear her, she shouted “I LOVE YOU!”

She got home… Alone now… No children and now, no loving husband. She had red eyes from the everlasting tears that stung her face.

“I feel nothing… anymore...”

She shuffled to the bathroom and out of the cabinet, reached for a bottle of sleeping pills. 50 Sleeping pills Caution: Overdose may result in serious side effect and can cause death.

She walked to her bed and dressed in her evening gown, his favourite one. She rested on his side of the bed and curled up just like her husband did. She had three glasses of water beside her and took forty-three of those fifty tablets. She lay down and pulled up the blankets, curling up comfortably. She cried as her eyes closed.

“I hope to talk to you… soon…” She knew what she was leaving behind. There was a note on the table. She was leaving behind a painful life with not even an ounce of happiness. A light reached her, a face she loved so dearly. “I feel…” and just like he, her last breath was a sigh. She died.

16 Re: Short Stories! on Tue Aug 10, 2010 1:05 am

Krory Anikeria Ornitier

Wow....That is sad.... Sad Crying or Very sad

17 Re: Short Stories! on Tue Aug 10, 2010 1:35 am


I know it is Krory... Crying or Very sad i was sad all day

18 Re: Short Stories! on Tue Aug 10, 2010 1:36 am

Krory Anikeria Ornitier

I think I'm gonna go cry now.... *Goes and cries in a corner*

19 Re: Short Stories! on Tue Aug 10, 2010 1:53 am


O_O NU! *hugs poptart and pets him on the head* i'm ok now, i got councellililing

20 Re: Short Stories! on Tue Aug 10, 2010 1:57 am

Krory Anikeria Ornitier

You had Counseling?

21 Re: Short Stories! on Tue Aug 10, 2010 2:29 am


Sweetroll and Bronze yah XD not professionals yet but they sure could be o__o

22 Re: Short Stories! on Tue Aug 10, 2010 2:31 am

Krory Anikeria Ornitier


23 Re: Short Stories! on Tue Aug 10, 2010 1:55 pm


wow, good job on that one. It turned out really well. Uber sad, though...

Call me a sinner, call me a saint
Tell me it's over, I'll still love you the same
Call me your favorite, call me the worst
Tell me it's over, I don't want you to hurt.
It's all I can say, so I'll be on my way.
-Shinedown, "Call Me"

Time can never mend
The careless whispers of a good friend
To the heart and mind,
Ignorance is kind
And there's no comfort in the truth
Pain is all you'll find.
-Seether, "Careless Whispers"

24 Re: Short Stories! on Tue Aug 10, 2010 5:17 pm


Hope this cheers you all up

Once there was an ugly barnicle.
It was SO UGLY that everyone died.
The end.
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25 Re: Short Stories! on Tue Aug 10, 2010 5:54 pm

Dander Anikeria Ornitier

Lmao dat, that made my day x3

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