CattyIn general, cats have nine lives.Catty19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Harold had 183.
He didn’t pay much attention to Alice’s chatter as he gobbled down his tuna chunks in the kitchen. She was a child, and a Dog Person, so it was unlikely she would ever have anything interesting to say. But something had certainly got her worked up.
Out of curiosity, Harold finally started to listen.
“I was suspicious of you from the start,” Alice was saying. “Did you really think no-one would ever notice?”
Harold finished the last chunk and looked up.
“Mrs. Deaking—used to enjoy a little Gilbert and Sullivan and then suddenly developed a taste for thrash metal. Miss Satterthwaite—used to be in bed every night by 10, then starting hanging round the bus shelter all night and spending her pension on cider. Mrs. Latimer at the sweetshop—who now never gives the correct change and will only sell you sugar-free toffees.”
Alice looked Harold in the eye.
“And all of them had
Writers Block (LokiXReader) OneShotWriters Block (LokiXReader) OneShot20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Gods be damned!" (F/N) shouted while slamming her fists into her table. "I can't think of bloody anythin'!" Yes she was angry and for good reason to. As hard as she tried, which was surprisingly very hard, the woman couldn't come up with a dastardly name. Now she needed one very badly actually because her publishing deadline was only a day away. The book she was writing was a phenomenal romance, action, fantasy, historical, well it was something. But one thing was missing and that was a good villains name, and no story can succeed if the purposely hateable(?) character has a crappy name, no offense Hunger Games fans. Still with all of her struggles (F/N)'s book would go unfinished if she was unable to fathom a believable name.
Perhaps Grimm or Drex she would think but no, all if those were horrible for her character. Maybe the novel was just not meant to be?
"What is all of your infernal shouting about woman?" Though the question was said in a
doll house -by Melanie Martinez Hey Girl open the Walls play with your dolls will be a perfect family when you walk away is when we really play you don't hear me when I say mom please wake up dad is with a s*** and your son is smoking cannabis no one ever listens these wall paper glistens don't let them look down the kitchen....doll house -by Melanie Martinez 3 hours ago in Editorial More Like This
Places places get on your places throw on your dress and put blood on your doll faces everyone thinks that we are perfect please don't let them look through their curtains picture picture smile for your picture pose with your brother won't you be a good sister everyone thinks that were perfect please don't let them look through their curtains
D.O.L.L. H.O.U.S.E. I see things that nobody else see-2×
Hey girl look at my mom she's got it goin on ha you are blinded by her jewelry when you turn your back she takes out her flask and forgets infidelity. Uh oh she's coming to the attic plastic go back to being plastic no one ever listens these wallpapers glisten one day the will see what g
A Morbid EpiphanyWaking up on a coroner's slab is an ordinary experience for me. Though it generally happens before the autopsy. Not that I mind having a few extra scars, but I dislike jolting upright with a scalpel lodged in my sternum. You should see how fast coroners collapse after watching me rise from the dead.A Morbid Epiphany10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This one puts the number at 157. Times I've died, I mean. Don't ask me how it started, because I have no idea. The first time it happened I almost had a heart attack and died again. Ha.
Anyway, I go through what I had come to call the "Zombie Routine." I make sure that my body is still intact, flexing my fingers, moving stiff joints, and stretching out muscles. Apart from the initial incision made by the medical examiner, everything seems unscathed, but as I make my way through the checklist, I notice something is missing - the pinky toe of my right foot is gone.
The sensation of wiggling all but a missing appendage is a strange one. Shuddering, I swing my legs onto the floor, clutch
Clockwork GirlTwirl, twirl, twirl.Clockwork Girl6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The first time I opened my eyes, I saw my father. When I reached out for him, my joints squeaked and creaked and my arms jittered.
That was his first word to me.
He took off his glasses and left the room cleaning them. That left me alone, in the dark, listening to spiders clicking and clacking inside my head. They frightened me. I wanted my father.
When I tried to move my legs, I found that I had none. It was disconcerting, but not an impassable obstacle. I used my arms and my fingers to drag my body across the floor, until I met the door. It was disconcerting, but not an impassable obstacle. I broke the door and passed through.
I heard running steps above me. Then the steps ran down the stairs. My father appeared. He saw me and staggered back.
“Hmm,” I said. “Hmm. Hmm.”
My father approached me and I reached out for him. We both jittered.
He swung a wrench at me and all the spiders stopped.
Saltspray Rig Turf War: Blue vs OrangeBLUE TEAM vs ORANGE TEAMSaltspray Rig Turf War: Blue vs Orange23 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Harrison (Splash-o-matic) Steph (E-liter 3k)
Callee (Dynamo Roller) Donovan (Splattershot Pro)
Dalton (Kelp Splatterscope) Allie (Tentatek Splattershot)
Eella (Tentatek Splattershot) Fen (Splattershot Pro)
Callee ran into the locker room, beaming at her team. “This is going to be the best match ever!” she exclaimed to the three in front of her. Harrison was grabbing the ink cartridge for his hair as she ran in. With a huff, he headed toward the showers to let the ink settle in. He didn’t need to really ink his tentahair though; he was on the Blue team with blue hair. He just liked how it felt to let the ink settle (not to mention, it made his tentahair look sparkly and gave him an excuse to clean it afte
OceaniaMy head was very fuzzy as I woke to the sound of waves gently crashing against a nearby shore. I opened my eyes and quickly shielded them from the blinding sunlight that shone down on me. Drowsy and disoriented, I sat up and looked around. Unconscious next to me were two men who I'd never seen before. They looked similar, with dark hair and pale skin. They were both rather thin with a blue tinge to their lips from lying in the tide for what is assumed to be hours. Several pieces of driftwood littered the surrounding beach and more bobbed with the current of the ocean. Frightened and confused, I slowly stood and began to carefully inspect the people with me. I visually analyzed them a thousand times before I worked up the courage to touch them. The first thing I did was check for a pulse. They were both alive and had a steady heart beat. I then began to check them for any injuries; there were only minor scratches and bruises. As I sat contemplating my next move when one of them began toOceania19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fan-made Theory Rainbow Dash as ADDADD stand for Attention Deficit Disorder. Based on the events of the episode called: Testing, Testing 1, 2, 3. Where Rainbow Dash has an usual way of learning. Are other moments where you maybe think Rainbow Dash has a Disability. Some example are the following: Auditory processing disorder, Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Order.Fan-made Theory Rainbow Dash as ADD19 hours ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
On side-note: I believe in the theory Pinkie Pie has ADHD more then the theory about Rainbow Dash has ADHD.
My thoughts: Maybe but at the same-time you can said: Rainbow Dash loves Goofing off.
Are You Real? Hey guys, there's something super important that I need to talk about with you all. I've known some of you guys for a couple weeks, and others for years. We have had some fun conversations and enjoyed each others' company. You know who you are. However, that's not what I'm here to ask you all.Are You Real?19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I first came around here, I did so as an escape from work, school, and boring day-to-day life. The place seemed like your standard community; everyone trying to make a name for themself while gaining friendships in the process. I jumped in on the excitement and tried to get my name out there. However, I couldn't attract much attention. Time went on, and life got in the way of things. I browsed this place occasionally, but nothing more than that ever went down.
After a while, I found myself in a low place. I was constantly feeling gloomy and awfully low on friends. I kept trying to u
This Addiction - Day 179I don't need it.This Addiction - Day 17920 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't need it.
I don't need it.
These words whirled around Brian's head as he rocked back and forth in the motel bed. He was doing his best to stay away from it. He needed to stay clean. He knew he had a problem, and he knew he needed to get off of it.
But the temptation was so strong. He wanted it so bad. He felt like he was dying without it. He felt like his brain was breaking and his body was falling apart. It would glue it all back together, it would fix him, fix him right up and make him feel good.
But it wouldn't, would it? It would just fill the cracks in his soul with lies upon lies to fool him, to make sure he would keep coming back for more. Then when the lies faded, it would create new ones. It would turn into an endless cycle of deception that this drug would spin to keep him using it. He didn't want his life to be consumed by this thing.
But it already had, hadn't it? His family disowned him, his girlfriend left him, and now he was s
Tower on the Horizon The tower stood bleak on the horizon. Novak the Other leaned on his staff and stared at it from across the desolate valley that lay between him and it. It was the first manmade structure he had seen since he had started wandering. He thought of what it would be like if there were people living there. Novak the Other had not seen a human in years, no living thing in months. He was sure his own voice would sound disused and alien even to himself.Tower on the Horizon13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The prospect of seeing people almost took him in that direction. What if this was where they had gone after the Great Reckoning? What if they he ventured there only to find them all long dead? Or worse, hostile?
Thoughts of fresh food and clean water danced in his mind, teased him forward a few faltering steps. But he stopped short. If there were humans, he might find a visitor’s welcome. Novak the Other could endure strange looks and whispered conversation if it meant a full belly and a warm bed.
Fabliau in Arpitan - Brunain la vache du pretreFabliau in Arpitan - Brunain la vache du pretre16 hours ago in Historical More Like This
Fabliô - De Brunain la vache du prétre
Je vôlo contar l'histouère d'on payisan et de sa fena qui, on jor que sé fètâve Noutra-Dama, aliront prêyer a l'églèse. Lo prétre, devant qu'il comence l'oficio, s'avancit por prechier : il dit qu'o ére bon de balyar por l'amor de Diu, se sé suiviêt la rêson, car Diu rebalyâve u doblo a celi qui balyâve de bon cor.
« Ecuta, ma chièra suer, dit lo payisan, cen que promet noutron prètre : quand, por l'amor de Diu, sé balye de grant cor, Diu li rebalye en multiplient. Nos ne povens pas fare miôs avouéc noutra vache, se té semble bon, qu'en la balyent u prétre ; d'alyor, le produit pou de lât.
- Sire, dens celes condicions, répondit la dama, je vôlo bien qu'il l'aye. »
Ils retorniront adonc chiez elos, sen fare plus long discors. Lo payisan entrit dedens lo bô, pregnit la vache pe
Let's Play of the SimCity on SNESHere is a link to the video: https://youtu.be/F0KmzeJG97wLet's Play of the SimCity on SNES23 hours ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
OW OCT Intro-1: The End of PeaceHere ye, here ye, all students of Otherworlde!OW OCT Intro-1: The End of Peace17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The tournament sign ups have begun.
He stared at the curve of his name, but he didn't... quite see it. One blink, two blinks, before a bronze hand reached out to trace the black ink that spelled it out in front of him. Letters he was used to writing, the letters of his name... but they weren't his handwriting. The way his A was written, how he connected it to the V... how he wrote it carefully every time. This wasn't his handwriting, it wasn't his careful blocks of letters, it was a quick scribble of his name... and his last name. That part also threw him off, sounding it out a little bit, quietly. "Hhhh...off...man. Is that how you spell it...?" One of the students next to him, who held an ink coated quill in their hand, cast him a look.
"You don't know how to spell your own last name?"
Avery hunched his shoulders and glanced back over his shoulder, toward a young woman, a year ahead of him. A sh
True Canadian Facts-This fact list is not available in your country.True Canadian Facts16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
-Canada only exists because it’s fun to sit on America.
-In Canada, Jay Z is called Jay Zed.
-Peter Mansbridge is Canada’s most popular male pornstar name.
-Our national animal is the Bieber.
-Our national currency consists of coins, paper bills, and small containers of maple syrup.
-Canada’s leading export is smugness about how we’re not as bad as the United States.
-Toronto has two giant dicks. One of them is the CN Tower. The other is the mayor.*
-To declare a thumb war in Canada, one must first get permission from the Queen.
-At any given time, Canada contains more Timbits than people.
-Stephen Harper is actually a robotics experiment that went horribly, horribly wrong.
-The double-double is actually a coffee experiment that went horribly, horribly right.
-Quebec is the only province powered entirely by spite.
-Alberta’s leading export is oil. The Territories’ leading export is d
FFM 01 - StargazingA cool breeze rolled in from the east, gently tracing through Junior’s hair like delicate fingers. The scent of wildflowers and grass mingled with the familiar comfort of aftershave and tobacco on his grandfather’s old flannel, and he breathed it all in as deeply as he could. It was all so pleasant, and he wanted to make sure that he would remember every detail: the twinkle of the stars, the soft rumble of the old man humming. They counted stars for hours before the first streak of light cut through the black velvet of the night sky.FFM 01 - Stargazing18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Was that her, Appo?” the boy whispered, wide-eyed and breathless.
The old man chewed on his pipe for a moment and smiled gently, shaking his head. “Nope. That one was Great-Gram Conny, for sure. She was always the first one to any party, to make sure things were set up for the rest of the guests. She had to make sure you were good and comfy, and that I was takin
FFM2015 2 - Balley-2She opened the door, smiled at his dapper appearance, but jumped back as the bag he carried growled. She closed the door to just a crack, and frowned.FFM2015 2 - Balley-215 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“No. Absolutely not.”
“Ah, c’mon Val. We’ll just foster him for a few days and that’ll be that, I promise.”
He tried to push his way in, but Val rolled a cog in the door that locked it in place.
“You bought a haunted bowling ball.” She eyed the old, rounded bag and the rusted gears she presumed were all that kept her safe from its contents. “Again. Sam…”
“Come on! We ball-proofed the place last time, and that turned out alright!”
Val stomped the ground. “NO. We ball-proofed it for last time, which we agreed was the only time you would do this. I refuse to once again go through the entire mansion and move around anything that vaguely resembles bowling pins.”
The gears on the bag creaked as the ball inside attempted to throw its weight around. E
Auger's Peace PT2 [Commission]OC by: :iconRyurei-Kizuna:Auger's Peace PT2 [Commission]14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Story by: :iconPhineasJamesVinci:
Sorry for all the delays, written with dedication, I hope you enjoy.
The bar glowed warmly as the afternoon sun shined through the large windows, what little light that could reach into the room anyway. Danny had a whole crowd around him at this point, listening to every word that he said. He paused and got another one of Mr. Bart’s drinks. “Oh is that the time already, crud. I got to hurry this along.” He said to himself. He turned to me as I kept taking notes on his story. “So about two weeks had passed since I found Auger. And every day it was the same thing; I’d wait till late night, we would meet up, and he would give me more ammo for the food that I gave him. We quickly became friends in that hostile war. It wasn’t until something terrible had happened that I had forgotten that we still had a war to fight. A farmer’s land was set completely on fire, no food was taken
Brighter Nights - Chapter 4Dancing Through LiesBrighter Nights - Chapter 422 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the next few weeks while Ethan was visiting, and while the authorities were working out what to do about school, Addie and I were treated to a vacation, courtesy of my brother while he wasn’t working on his college courses through his laptop. We even went dress shopping despite Addie making it clear that she wouldn’t go to the Valentine’s Day dance, no matter how much reassurance our principle gave us that it would be safe. Nevertheless, she joined Ethan and me as I tried on everything in my size.
“What’s Jack wearing?” Ethan asked after ten minutes of me not finding anything I liked. “Maybe that’ll help you pick something out.”
“It won’t,” I replied from inside the dressing room. “He said he just borrowed a black and white tux from his dad so that it would match whatever I wear.”
Ethan sighed out of exaggerated
FFM Links - 2 July 2015Welcome to Flash Fiction Month 2015. Welcome to the second day of your marathon writing challenge. Keep a steady pace, drink lots of water and don't stop moving(or believing).FFM Links - 2 July 201516 hours ago in Editorial More Like This
Flash Fiction Month is about writing – and posting – a story of between 55 and 1000 words in length every day for the month of July. We’ll make it easy by posting prompts every day. We’ll make it fun by cheering each other on. We’ll make it ridiculously hard by posting challenges for you to attempt every couple of days.
Guess what, today is one of those 'ridiculously hard' days!
If you feel like its too rough, are bored, or need your RDA of oddity, pop into the FFM Chatroom (chat.deviantart.com/chat/flash…)any time today or this month and hang out, ask questions and generally get to know your fellow participants. Even if they make you wonder.
Ok, so, feelin good? Got that first day story out, mental muscles flexed? Good. Time to see what you ca
Painted RainbowDon't claim or pretend to be gay, bisexual, or anything of the sort. One of the greatest insults to the LGBTQ community is that you ignorantly assume that you can emulate homosexuality just like that. NO. YOU. CANNOT! Assuming, or even pretending to be gay is just so pathetic, it's painful. I cringe every time someone claims to be gay on the internet, or during Q&A sessions in conventions. I can honestly say that if a person claim themselves to be gay to garner attention, I always take it with a grain of salt. Ever heard of a White Knight? If you want to be supportive, do it without making it look like you're only doing it to help yourself.Painted Rainbow12 hours ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Clockwork BondThe large silver serving platter functioned nicely as a makeshift shield. She was wielding it thoughtfully, a rolling pin in the other hand as she imagined herself fighting off hordes of villainous gizmos, when Cook re-entered the room. "Isabelle!" The paunch woman, voice raised over the hissing steam and pounding pistons of the kitchen, was not happy. "Get on with your work, girl."Clockwork Bond3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The stern admonishment loosened Isabelle's grip, and the platter crashed to the floor, spinning across its expanse like a giant coin. The rolling pin followed, slipping into the shadows and knocking into a tiny figure that quickly moved away. Isabelle flushed and Cook's glare deepened. "I've told you before. You'll not find yourself any part of the battles ahead. Now get that cleaned up and finish your chores." She quirked an eyebrow in the girl's direction, and gathered the items she'd returned for.
Sensing the girl's discontent even as she kneeled, Cook added a threat on her way out the door. "No more non
Yoka der DaemonenhexerEs war ein ganz normaler Tag in Pandemotropolis. Die Sonne schien bei klarem Himmel. Überall waren Tauben und kackten auf Statuen von irgendwelchen Typen an die sich niemand mehr erinnerte, während die Leute sich küssten und allesamt lieb hatten. Jeder war glücklich auf dieser wunderschönen Welt in eben diesem wunderschönen Leben zu sein.Yoka der Daemonenhexer12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dann jedoch verfinsterte sich der Himmel mit einem Mal bis er pechschwarz war. Die Erde erzitterte unter der urgewaltigen Macht der Finsternis. Ganze gläserne Hochhäuser brachte sie mit ihrer bloßen Präsenz zum Einsturz. Tausende Menschen wurden von den Trümmern erschlagen und begraben, doch dies war nichts im Vergleich zu dem was noch kommen sollte. Es war der Tag der das Ende einläuten würde. Von nun an würden Terror und Gewalt die Erde beherrschen. Es würde das Ende der Freiheit, des Glücks und der Teddybären sein, denn genau dafür stand der gewaltige Turm der