#little stories

[phoenixyfriend]

A week or two ago my sister and I were walking the dog and ran into a middle-aged couple also walking their dog

And obviously we talked dog names

They said theirs was named Meimei

Before I thought better of it, I said "oh, like the Mandarin for 'Little Sister'!"

In the second before they responded, I just about died because What If I'm Wrong And They're From A Different Country And I Just Assumed

Then they said I was right (yay) and asked how I knew that (uh oh)

And I had a DIFFERENT kind of major embarrassment

Because I had to admit I knew it due to Firefly

#firefly #phoenix talks #little stories #dogs #accidental racism #sorta?

[taffysdemon]

What I imagine the death scene for Enid would have turned out like if Tyler had won the fight

Death: Pity that you finally got to wolf out only to die 17 minutes later. Can I ask what happened to get your wolf on?

Enid: Well my mate was in danger so it was a no brainier to go save her.

Death: That's beautiful, true love that everyone wants but few find. I wish I didn't have to take you from this relationship but I can't make an exception to the rules.

Enid: *tears forming in her eyes* I never got to tell Wednesday that I love her.

Death: Wednesday Addams?

Enid nods as the tears start falling

Death: Oh hell no I'm not getting on her bad side! Put in a good word for me when you make it back to her. I'm going to go "accidentally" pick up the wrong soul. Come on Tyler.

Enid opens her eyes to see the dead body of the hide next to her not remembering much just feeling grateful that she made it out of the fight to be able to see her roomie that she in fact would confess her undying love and affection for sooner rather than later.

#wenclair #little stories #fanfic #english what's that #wednesday x enid #enid sinclair #wednesday is soft for enid #death is a fangirl for Wednesday

[the-girl-who-didnt-make-anysense]

the tropes series: vampire au

“You’re in shock Bedelia, you need to rest.” “I need answers.” “Hannibal will be here soon. I think he’d like to talk to you personally.” “Weren’t you, along with everyone else, the one that told me I shouldn’t be around him? That he is dangerous?” “He is.” “The way everybody acts when he’s in the room, as…” "As if he could knock them all out with just one hand? I think, after what you saw, you can be the judge of that." “Well yes, but there’s also something else. The way they move, like he’s some kind of…” “Royalty?” “Of sort” “He is. Everybody is just waiting for him to claim the throne. He’s the rightful heir, crown prince by blood.” “What do you mean?” “He’s not made. He was born” “Oh” “Vampirism is a form of genetic mutation, very rare. Most vampires are created more or less as you’ve read in books, but some of them are born. Their bodies change but in a different way, slowly. Hannibal belongs to one of the twelve ancient families of pure blood” “So, that time I dressed his wounds, he didn’t really need my help” “No, he just likes your company” “My…?” “And he feels protective of you. His attentions put a target on your back. The way he acted today, he’s making sure everyone knows that you’re under his protection. Don’t worry, you’ll be safe.” “Oh, sure, I just discovered that someone might want to hurt me but no panic because a very angry rare vampire is taking care of everything. Let’s make some tea.”

#hannibal au #hannibal edit #Hannibal #bedannibal #Hannidelia #bedannibal au #fantasy au #the tropes series #trope challenge #vampire #edit #little stories #au #c: Crave

[azukilynn]

mourning doves

~

they coo from longtime nests

in retail garden rafters

made of steel

~

for (at least) two years

they have resided in this place

mating

dropping feathers

laying eggs

not deterred by the hustle

the bustle

the occasional angry

or impatient voice

not swayed

whence one of their babies is lost

to the hard pavement below

~

they coo

and flutter from here

to there

the sound of them is

dear to me—

~

and to those folk

(those few and far between)

who cock their heads

listening

looking

wondering

i point upwards

and tell their stories

~

the doves look down

unperturbed—

~

their songs

(not quite melancholy)

more like dreams or memories

punctuate my day

~

azuki lynn

#poetry #spilled ink #coo #writerscreed #twc #poem #mourning doves #free verse #birdsong #pondering #little stories #prosetry #wonder #life #birds #nature #garden #nesting #azukilynn #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr

[littlehellbells]

In the dimly lit café, she sat, sipping her latte, her mind drifting to the arrangement she'd entered into six months ago. Jasmine had never imagined herself as a sugar baby, but life's unexpected turns often lead to surprising paths.

It began innocently enough. A chance encounter at a gallery opening introduced her to Nelson, a successful entrepreneur with a charismatic smile and a penchant for fine art. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, and before she knew it, he had offered to sponsor her budding photography career.

At first, Jasmine hesitated, wary of the implications. But as she struggled to make ends meet, she found herself drawn to the idea. Nelson's generosity provided her with the means to pursue her passion without the burden of financial worries. In return, she offered him companionship, conversation, and the occasional weekend getaway.

Their relationship existed in a delicate balance, neither fully romantic nor strictly transactional. They enjoyed each other's company, sharing intimate dinners and exploring the city together. Yet, there was an unspoken understanding between them, an acknowledgment of the arrangement that underpinned their connection.

As the months passed, Jasmine found herself grappling with conflicting emotions. She appreciated Nelson's support and the opportunities he afforded her, but she also yearned for something more. She craved a love that transcended material comforts, a connection that went beyond the confines of their arrangement.

One evening, over glasses of wine on a rooftop terrace, Jasmine broached the subject. With a mixture of apprehension and vulnerability, she confessed her feelings to Nelson, uncertain of how he would respond.

To her surprise, he listened attentively, his expression softening with understanding. He, too, had grappled with similar feelings, torn between his desire for companionship and his fear of commitment.

In that moment of honesty, their relationship took on a new dimension. They agreed to redefine their arrangement, allowing space for genuine emotional connection to flourish. What had begun as a transactional arrangement had evolved into something deeper, rooted in mutual respect and affection.

As they gazed out at the city skyline, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, Sarah realized that love, in all its forms, was a complex and ever-evolving journey. And though their path had been unconventional, it had led them to a place of genuine connection and shared understanding.

#shorts #short story #shitpost #yeet me into the void #pay me money #sugarbaby #lets not do that again #like wtf 💀 #storytelling #story time #small story #should i do more of these? #stories #small stories #short stories #reading #short reads #tumblr stories #story on tumblr #little stories

[ainawgsdoutdoors]

Well, that's clearly not natural, I wonder what could be under there

Hmm, not what I was expecting. What's hiding under TWO layers of cover?

Oh!

#hiking #little stories #slugs

[mskingmstotally]

New Writers

Hey, I'm Totally_ Katz I'm the Editor/Storyteller. I help create the stories. As you notice the two main characters are Kathy and Nura. They are our main characters inspired by us. Our characters are written in different worlds with romance and adventures. Although I hate romance. 

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I'm King_Nura. I'm the Writer. I write the stories. I'm the Nura of the two main characters and typically flesh out and expand the worlds Katz creates. I'm the reason why there's romance.

We will try to add more here, Would you be interested?

#little stories

[nepobabyeurydice]

An Interaction Between 6th Grade Me and Our School Librarian

It’s the third day of school and I’ve already slipped into the library with the intent to find the book of a series I was reading before elementary school ended. This book was in fact Darke, part of the Septimius Heap series and it had been driving me insane over the summer.

The librarian, a nice red haired woman led me to it and told me to take as much time as I needed to read the book.

It took me three hours, and only that long because I was in and out of class. I walk back into library, carrying my book, red desk mark bright on forehead where I had had my head down ignoring my science teacher.

“Where’s the other one?” I ask, ready to go and demand my parents buy me the next book.

“Weren’t you here in the morning?” she asked befuddled and bemused but I was already out hunting. I plucked the next two books out of the shelf and met her gaze.

“Is it only two?” Feral, 11 year old me asked. “Or can I take four?”

The librarian seems to recognize my insanity and feel a kinship. “Three.”

That limit had single handed my saved my science grade al though I wouldn’t know it until later.

I go back for the next book in the series and i stuff it into my back back. The end of lunch bell rings. She has a recommendation list by the time I return next morning.

#anecdotes #little stories #librarians #6th year old me was NOT sane or hinged

[thissliceofnonsense]

Things I understand (Although sometimes it feels like I just have surface level knowledge and am fooling people to think I'm smart) - Phycology and character development and plot arcs, quantum theory, ectomycorrhizal and mycorrhizal root systems, marketing strategies and target audiences, ai (kind of), real estate and finances and writing off taxes

Things I don't understand - how to make quinoa, the washing machines, how to send simple emails, I am terrified of phone calls, walking alone, ordering things off amazon, how to make my body do what I want it to do (sports and motor control), using cleaning spray things, how to use credit cards, directions and locations, college and high school and school in general.

And see, the problem with this is that everyone assumes that since I can understand more complex things, that I can understand simple things. Perhaps I'm just not "applying myself" or I'm "being lazy".

But no, I honestly don't understand, hence why I ask someone else. If you tell me to try to figure it out on my own, I will burn the quinoa and set the somosa on fire.

Example - Once I got kicked out of the house for the day. I combined the memory of why with a few others so I don't remember exactly how it happened. But basically I tried coming out, and my family got angry at that. I tried to avoid the situation by washing the dishes, but apparently that is disrespectful.

Anywho, so I walked along the sidewalk with my bag full of crochet supplies and books (because priorities). My plan was to either go to the library somehow and/or sit on the side of the road and do crochet until my brain figured out a better plan.

I crocheted my mom an apologetic scarf.

#storytime #little stories #storytime ig #anecdotes #crochet #scarf #apply yourself #I'm not lazy I litteraly just do not know what is going on #I got home eventually #apparently my mom wanted me to apologize instead of leaving #????? #what do mean you wanted me to apologize #You told me to get out #I just followed instructions #Very confusing tbh

[sheisobvious]

My Dinner with Taylor by Roy Land The Most Amazing Song Ever Written — that you’ll never hear!

[except]

I can’t say for sure if Taylor had a notebook as you might expect someone who is always writing songs to always have at arm’s length, or if she used cocktail napkins or perhaps just her brain, but this is the part of this story that makes it worth telling, and remains one of the highlights of my decade in the country radio business. There were some announcements made before dinner by my boss’s boss’s bosses and some other company big-wigs, then dinner, then a seemingly endless barrage of cute little awards accompanied by cute little stories from various market and station managers about the year they’ve had. Everyone would laugh at these anecdotes and I would snap photos as various people received awards from the owners, and so the night went on building up to the eventual performance by our guest of honor, Taylor Swift.

Taylor warmed up with a couple of her soon to be popular songs, then proceeded to blow the minds of every person in the room in a way that I have never since seen duplicated. This continues to be a story that I tell whenever asked about my “wow” moments in radio. I mentioned Taylor’s note-taking earlier, because I have to assume that she was the only person paying attention to everything, and I do mean everything that all of these people spoke of throughout the entire evening. Without any warning or prompting, as her final song of the night, Taylor proceeded to sing a freshly written original new song. The terms “freshly written”, “new” and “original” almost seem inadequate to describe the song that Taylor sang. Somehow in the course of the evening, in the midst of all the stories and banter, Taylor had composed a coherently rhyming set of lyrics and a corresponding melody on her guitar that “LITERALLY”, and I use that term in its most literal sense, paid tribute to most of the people who were honored and spoken of throughout the course of the evening! I don’t know that there is a way to have hired a room full of writers to listen in on the evening’s conversation and have them come up with a viable song by the end of the evening that could have more accurately summed up the entirety of the night as Taylor was able to do. To this day, the thought of how amazing that song was and how the room erupted during and after the song, remains mind-boggling. It was a typical song, about 3 or 4 minutes in length, as best I can recall, but it tied together so many of the little snippets of conversation from the course of the evening so perfectly! The room was full of amazed people. Many who didn’t start the night knowing who Taylor Swift was would certainly leave that night with a glimpse of this entertainer that would stay with them for a long time to come.

I’m sure there are some people who thought that perhaps she was provided some intel on the night’s stories ahead of time or that there was some other gimmick to having pulled off this instant musical recap of the evening. But I was there, sitting with her, hanging out, shooting the breeze and the occasional photo, never realizing until the end of the night, that while holding her own with the miscellaneous conversations of the evening, her song writing genius of a brain was cranking out the lyrics and melody that she would then perform to culminate the night. Chances are, as quickly as the song was sung, it was forgotten by both her and a crowd of amazed radio folks. For Taylor, cranking out this amazing little ditty was as much a routine as it might be for your or I to knock out a quick email. This was long before the days where everyone carries both a still camera and video camera with them all the time. The digital camera I used at the time could probably have recorded the performance but that wasn’t as much of a reflex as it is today. Perhaps that’s regrettable in some ways, but then again, perhaps by not being focused on trying to record the event for posterity, I am able to close my eyes and go back to that night somewhat vividly. While not verbatim or even close, I still smile when I recall the night that young Taylor Swift amazed a room full of people who, by their chosen profession, had probably already witnessed some pretty cool things in their lives, but nothing that would ever come close witnessing the song that was imagined, written and performed, in an instance, in a truly once in a lifetime scenario by a young lady who would go on to much bigger and better things, like eventually breaking the internet!

x

#taylor swift #Roy Land #little stories #i love her mind

[abovetheaurora]

A good friend of mine reminded me that this drawing existed and asked me to post it. So, since I'm a very good friend, that's what I did.

I’m still touched that my drawing inspired my friend (@layanordisasterpiece) to write something about it.<3

Hoping you will like this story like I do…

#art #tumblr draw #drawing #artists on tumblr #traditional art #flowers #love #angst #little stories

[asterchats]

hi what i have to say is both my sister and I have this thing where if we eat chocolate, especially dark chocolate, we tend to sneeze. and it's linked to having a higher than average amount of neanderthal blood, based on a brief google search. and that's what i think about when i am sneezin'

#love this blog which is just a little space to stick all my mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm #little stories #i love sharing little stories #i love knowing little stories #i think. i also love my friends knowing little stories about me #little stories for all!

[elf-kid2]

I’d like to believe that I’m making the world-- or at least the tiny town where I live-- a better place by being openly weird.

I’d like to believe that running errands in a big Witch hat, with my vest and velvet jacket, which 3 different people hollered about-- I’d like to believe it gives others a little more room to dress weirder.

I go out in my squid-hat, or my fuzzy neon-rainbow scarf, or the pink 3-eyed monster hat. It makes it more fun to leave the house, and hopefully it makes somebody smile.

Hopefully, it makes somebody a little more comfortable seeing-- or wearing-- rainbows, so close to the Very Christian Seminary in the middle of town.

So I go out to enjoy the weather, wearing my cloak and antlers, (antlers that I bought instead of choosing a pronoun-pin, at the Renaissance Fair) and I try to have fun.

I don’t know what flavor of queer I might be, but I think my neighbors know there’s probably a Pride-flag for it SOMEWHERE.

I’d like to believe it does this town some good, for me to be openly weird.

#small towns #queer stuff #little stories

[marblesinmycoffee]

Dear Diary, I have a roommate [Chapter 4]

Dear Diary,

As I feared my new Intruder seems to intend squatting himself permanently in my room. The whole night they occupied my room, though at least they didn’t hustle around through the night. They just laid in the corner, they cushioned, without a noise and barely moved. It gave me time to recollect myself as well as tallying my remaining dust. I also pondered over this vexing situation. As a matter of course, I can’t banish nor debate nor lure them out of my room. Self-evidently, it is futile to affect entities, whose existence is so detached from me and the room. But this principle ensues, that they are not inherently ingrained in the room as I am. Therefore, their temporality in my space is guaranteed. So naturally the most reasonable and only possibility is to do nothing more against this incommodity than to hold it out. Eventually the squatter will move on like the mouse. Like the light. Like the wind. Even some specks of dust just come in my room to just pass through. All it takes is just a bit of time and all will pass except me and this room… And for now, due to the lack of dust, I will pass the time by inspecting the new oddities and objects of my persistent little roommate.

#dear diary i have a roommate #pixel art #pixelart #pixel art room #pixel room #digital art #story #creative writing #little stories #serialstory #serialfiction #writeblr #original fiction #specks of dust #solution do nothing #roommate #dropped the title #kinda

[madc0w]

Listen/purchase: My Fragile Heart by Powder Pink & Sweet

album

#bandcamp #music #dream pop #shoegaze #powder pink & sweet #my fragile heart #little stories

[healerelowen]

Story time!- Witch Edition!

 I’ve got another story from my youth and it’s a doozy. And it has something to me being a witch so bonus.

Way back when I was a wee lad, I was in 7th grade I think. I had heard that during my science class, some douche bag was saying some very homophobic things to my lesbian friend. Saying things like, “That’s wrong.” or “It’s unnatural.” Of course, I didn’t take this lightly. 

The next day, I confronted him and he was denying that he ever said those things despite there being multiple witnesses. So when I went home that day, I manifested my witch energy and anger to hopefully cast a hex or curse on him. 

I thought initially that it would just be something small, probably last a day or two. He didn’t come back to school for the rest of the week and was still missing the entire week after. I hadn’t meant to cast that powerful of a hex. What did I hex him with? A very nasty cold that makes you feel as if you can’t breath whenever you’re laying down and it hurts to cough. 

I told my friends about it and they were all like, “it’s what he deserves.” and I wasn’t going to argue with that honestly. Did I ever tell him that I hexed him or threatened to hex him a second time if he did that again? No, I did not. 

That’s just going to be my little secret~     

#healer elowen #little stories