Don't Ever Make LemonadeDon't Ever Make Lemonade15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I sat chewing on yet another lemon rind as I stared across the lemon fields. Yellow fruits as far as the eye could see, and I was sick of it. Why couldn't my grandparents have been wealthy peach field farmers? Peach farmers have giant, three story mansions and wrap around porches. I have a three room shack. They have barn-fulls of high power equipment. I have a single tractor that's costing me a thousand bucks every other week for repairs.
Lemons, it had to be lemons. Rows and rows of sour, golden fruit. Maybe it was growing up on sour lemonade and lemon pie, but I don't even like the things. Can't stand them really.
I leaned back against the fence a bit more, studying those colorful little pests. I spit the rind out. It landed a few inches shy of the rind pile and its gnat storm. Shaking my head, I peeled another fruit and slurped its juice.
"I'd of though you'd have gotten used to the taste of lemons by now." My neighbor, a large man with a loud mouth personality th
Sonic Boom: White Rose- 3White RoseSonic Boom: White Rose- 31 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Morning is here and the alarm clock buzzes. Sadly, there is no sunshine for this day. The skies are full of grey clouds, causing a very dreary and depressing atmosphere.
Amy Rose, all covered by her blankets, lethargically pulls her arm out to reach for the button. The clock stops buzzing and then she sits up. Amy stretches her arms up while yawning. Even though she had a tad trouble sleeping last night, she did gain enough rest for a new day. However—something is completely different about her.
Amy steps out of bed and she strolls to her vanity mirror to check herself out. She takes her hairbrush from the vanity and she looks at her mirror. Then, out of surprise, when she perceives her reflection—she gasps.
She lost grip to her hairbrush; it drops to the floor. Amy couldn't believe her eyes that overnight—her hair is entirely black and it grew longer!
"What the…" Amy is speechless. She grasps a few strands of her hair with both hands as she stares at
FFM15 - 3: Empire for SaleHave you ever wondered what it would be like to be an overlord? Have you ever been tantalised by the thought of running your own empire? Have you ever dreamt of dominion over the masses? Well, now’s your chance to live out the fantasy and cross one of those pesky “what-ifs” off the bucket list.FFM15 - 3: Empire for Sale22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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FFM2: Cruxtables are in our future.She had a dragon. A fucking eight headed dragon, tiny and flying around him being generally irritating and she would not call it off. All because he bought another haunted bowling ball. Zane grit his teeth and grabbed the first thing to his right, a silver platter? It worked as a shield, deflecting both tiny bolts of flame and the handfuls of gears that Jade was throwing at him.FFM2: Cruxtables are in our future.21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He couldn't tell if she was doing it because he bought the thing, or because he stalked in and reminded her that yes, he could collect things, too. Or, as a very last option, she was pissed off with the last customer to leave Uncle Rashomon's Parlour of Nearly-New Commodities, who had been so unhappy about them not having the exact thing that they were searching for. So unhappy that, in an obvious lapse of judgement, enacted an annoying curse that had the staff up to their ears in stray gears and lingering phlogiston.
He humored her, and played target while she fished out the remaining gears from places
Trailblaze II - Chapter 3Trailblaze II - Chapter 319 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 3 Adrift and Astray
Lighting flashed across the blackened sky as both longboats swayed left and right. Regardless of how strong the crew tugged at their oars, the longboats were at the mercy of the sea. Ferocious waves crashed against the vessels as everyone held on tight.
"Brace!" ordered Alek as he crouched down.
A pulsing wave nearly sent a man overboard, but Tomas grabbed him by the collar, "Gotcha!"
Ben shut his eyes and covered his ears from the boom of thunder, "Oh how I wish this was all just a bad dream! I want to wake up now!"
Zi placed an arm around him. "We're going to be alright, Benji. You must be strong!"
Tomas grabbed hold of an elongated tarp and threw it across the boat. He tied it down to protect everyone from the storm and braced for impact. Tomas peered
F.O.R.G.E.As he Made his way down stairs the air became less like the stale air of a ship, and more clear like the outdoors. Everything had a sense of life to it. nearing the bottom, a glass door was visible down the hallway, though it was hard to see what was behind the door because the glass was fogged. Castiel reached the door and grasped it's handle, turning to glance at Jessica behind him, "This is where I go to find my Zen." He said before opening the door to reveal what looked like a forest or jungle, the colors and sounds within the room were so exotic it was as if they had entered another world.F.O.R.G.E.20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Wow" was all she could manage as she quickly stepped inside and smelled the fresh air, looking around. It was amazing. She didn’t feel like she was on a ship at all. "how big is the room?" she asked as she turned and looked back at Castiel.
"Oh I'd say it's at least 400 yards across, and 600 wide. It's somewhat of a terraforming project that Mac is working on, maybe one day he can replica
Until It's Gone - Part Two“Perry the platypus!”Until It's Gone - Part Two22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Perry jerked himself awake.
“That’s really rude, you know.” Doofenshmirtz snapped. “You don’t even bother to show up for the last couple days, you don’t even apologize when you get here, and then you go and fall asleep.”
“Are you into some new girlfriend or something? I know all the signs, Perry the platypus.” Doofenshmirtz said. “Especially that being tired one. You clearly got no sleep last night.”
“I bet you two were too busy watching some sappy romantic comedy together.” Doofenshmirtz taunted. “Are you gonna become a softie, Perry the platypus? Are you gonna start wearing flowers in your hat brim and…”
Perry tried to squeeze out of his trap.
“I don’t know why I even bothered to trap you in that old toilet seat cover.” Doofenshmirtz sighed. “I was too sad to even think up a scheme today.”
FFM 02 - Lightning On The WaterThe warehouse was dark and dilapidated, mostly empty. The sort of place where a guy like me feels comfortable. Except this one smelled a bit like a combination of burnt pig and ozone. The wooden floors beneath our feet rumbled with the churning of the ocean, and somewhere not far off I could hear the ding-ding, ding-ding of a commuter ferry announcing its arrival, paired with the chugging cough of a steam engine. I lit another pre-rolled cigarette and continued to stare at the crime scene.FFM 02 - Lightning On The Water21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Senor, the specialist has arrived,” Constable Rocco murmured softly, as though we were at church or something. Made me wonder what kind of church the man frequented.
“I got ears, officer.” I hunkered down to examine the body one last time, though my knees and ankles already hurt to hell and back from a long morning in the position. Adjusting my hat, I flipped through a half dozen different lenses, suspended by tin
The Words of the ProphetThe Words of the ProphetThe Words of the Prophet11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
From Kahlil Gibran’s “The Prophet”
One mid-evening in late December, there came to the town of Arkham, in Massachusetts, Northeastern United States, a gaunt, emaciated and pale figure like a man with an almost deathlike visage. He stood eight feet tall and still as a statue of Isle of Man and gazed silently at the men in their shops and the children playing innocently in the fields. He watched them closely for five minutes, and they watched him nervously, wondering why he came. Then, he turned to the menfolk and said,
“There shall come an hour, date and time unknown to men, when all shall be as nothing. Your homes will be leveled to the earth, as though blown by a hurricane, your families scattered across the surface and wandering homeless, your works and your projects blown by great winds; and you shall find no recourse. For, that hour, that date, that time is known only to the Great Old Ones. They shall return at that time. Know only t
A Lycan's Return: Chapter 17It was with those first bitter memories of its absent father that the once calm and collected young lycanthrope suddenly breaks out in an unrelenting outburst of pure anger and aggression, the enraged animal sat opposite the concerned brunette howling out at the top of its lungs before abruptly smashing the plates and glasses spread across the table at its disposal, carelessly wiping out the entire contents of the table in its blind rage as I fully embrace the sheer indescribable hatred boiling up inside me.A Lycan's Return: Chapter 1710 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“How can the man who had hidden from me my entire life have the nerve to turn up out of the blue and expect me to accept him as my father?! Not only that, but believe that he can turn me into a bloodthirsty monster with no self-control and for me not to try and kill him for it?!” I bark out aggressively, scraping my thick black claws across the table as the violent flicker of red in my eyes spurs the terrified vet to try everything in her power to calm down her angered
When I'm in the Bathroom, I See Two ReflectionsFear.When I'm in the Bathroom, I See Two Reflections20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is what drives us forward, and sometime backwards. Fear has taught us the meaning of the word 'run'. The word 'hide'. The word 'cower'.
There are those who have many fears, we label them 'coward'. But sometimes it is better to fear than to not fear what in the end- can kill you. And when has it been that the 'fearless' are more loved than the 'coward'? When has the 'fearless' loved more than the 'coward'? The 'coward' loves more because he fears he may lose that which he loves. And we love the 'coward' more because we feel strong beside them, and long to protect and to comfort.
Then again, no one is 'fearless'. We all fear something and in the end it controls our lives. It controls us. And we are all different.
I fear spiders. I do not fear heights. My best friend fears neither, but is afraid of the dark. Why?
Sometimes it is a horrible experience that brings fear to life in us. A woman that was raped may now fear strangers. But spiders have never raped me, there is no reason
The Amastereth Short Story IThe Amastereth Short Story I16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
These were the accounts recorded by Ardor, the first of the Fire-casters, who was at the right to Herin his comrade.
In the years of the Great Apostasy, the Iacum struck many of the Sons of Senetar. Among them was the husband and children of one woman named Zilah. She came to hate the Iacum for what they had done. She took up arms in the great battles against them, her rage unfathomable. Zilah stood among the strongest warriors of Herin’s army, standing at the front, cursing death, challenging the Iacum and mocking them. Zilah’s flaming eyes of violet and void-colored hair was the last thing many Iacum saw. Her name meant death for any who heard it. The very shadows of the earth bent to her will. The Sons of Senetar counted her among the mighty. They spread tales and songs about her conquests. Herin himself appointed her among his great generals. She needed not strategy nor trickery to overcome her foes, only a blade tightly clenched in her
Arthur's backstorySUBJECT 10A-00Arthur's backstory2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Subject 10A-00 brought in for testing. Mr. Forde mentioned something about it being an honor to have him here?
Testing on Subject began. As per instruction, exactly ██ volts of electricity were sent directly to the subject's Cerebellum, followed by several milligrams of chemical A into Parietal lobe. Subject to be monitored every day, and directly interacted with by staff every other day.
Subject has displayed on several occasions wishes to be referred to as Arthur. Subject seems to slowly be losing function of limbs as predicted, although the hoped for effect of increased psychic ability has yet to occur. Mr. Forde seems determined to have the experiments continue with higher dosages of chemical A as well as an added dosage of chemical D, used in the highly unstable Subject 09A-150. Chemical D should, alongside chemical A, should stimulate the reactions n
FFM--2nd--A Clockwork MoonThe door slammed open, creating a sudden gust of air to disrupt the silence. Nathan instinctively dropped his smartphone onto his desk and looked up to see a very angry Maria glaring at him.FFM--2nd--A Clockwork Moon20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Hi,” Nathan said, adjusting his top hat while he thought of any way he might have possibly angered his aggressive subordinate.
“Whose job was it last month to clean the gears in the Crescent Wax section?” Maria asked, crossing her arms.
“Um…” Nathan quickly turned off his phone, hiding his Tetris game, and shuffled around a few papers on his desk before pulling one out of the insanely chaotic stack that covered the entire desktop. “It was Robert’s turn,” he confirmed, looking up at Maria.
“When is it Danny’s turn?”
Nathan scanned the paper. “Next year.”
Maria growled. “They each thought it was each other’s turn to do it.” She muttered something else, most likely a death threat, under her bre
Who We Are: Night It felt akin to a chilling caress from the moon itself, the magic as it reacted to night's approach. By this alone was he made sharply aware of it's coming no matter where he found himself at day's end. Then would rise the misery of anticipating the moon's arrival, a sorrow wallowed in every evening at dusk. There was but one reprieve to the weariness of its great power. A faint flicker hope, just enough to keep his agony in silence. Hope that, in the exchange of time drawing near, there would again be a brief instant to look upon her. Perhaps, to even call her name and see her eyes light at the sound of his voice.Who We Are: Night12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had turned his own eyes to study her as she rested, talons tethered, to a fallen branch beside him. These sought after moments he wished to experience were rather rare, but strong within his memory as each came and went. They kept him driven onward, even sane. Never letting him fall into the deepest dark of surrender inside of himself. Ideally, they kept the
CS S1 Episode 6: Met with Terrible Fates part 2Everyone stood where they were and were pondering what Ben just said,........play a game......that's what he said, that was the terms of his agreement to be on Slender's side, it was quite in the room until Slender spoke upCS S1 Episode 6: Met with Terrible Fates part 233 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Slenderman:....play a game, Ben?....
Ben: yes Slendy.......a simple game......
everyone was now both eager and worried at what kind of game he ment, but Slender didn't have time for Ben to mess around with them and play some silly game
Slenderman: Ben, i don't think that now's the time to be playing games, we've got more important things to worry about...
Ben: oh really?......how's a little growing media a more important thing than a innocent little game between acquaintances....
Slenderman was starting to get a little mad at Ben bluntness
Slenderman: Ben....seriously, we don't have time for this, we need your help in stopping the human from discovering our existence any further, there was even a news article that said a website that had your hacked game was shut do
Starcrossed || Forty-FourSo many things happened at once. Elise almost worried that she had said too much and angered him. But then, he was holding her close and crying, his voice rumbling around her in an apology that Elise could easily tell was genuine. So she wept with him.Starcrossed || Forty-Four6 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Held before him again, Elise already noticed a difference. Just minutes ago, he had been unsure and a little bit clumsy handling her, not to mention the alarming roughness when he squashed her in the same hand as Sean. But now, Jared held her delicately, as if she might be made of crystal. She barely registered his tearful warning.
More tears flowed freely, but they were perforated with soft laughter. Her relief was almost tangible. Elise leaned her face into his contact, relishing the simple feeling of his giant fingerprints on her cheek. "Oh my God," she whispered. "I thought you might be gone for good." She looked over his face, her eyes drinking in his appearance like it was water in the desert.
Sean sat atop the crate, propped up on
Arturetta's AvengersA special spinoff story to :iconArthurt2015:Arturetta's Avengers21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Very special thanks goes out to :iconkjl03:,:iconstarwarriorrobby:,and :iconshnoogums5060:
A dark cloud was enshrouded around the park area.Arthur was left picking up the pieces after Mimete attacked his beloved apprentice,Arturetta!After picking up some cans and shoeshining items,he got on his cellphone and called her friends.Meanwhile,I sensed great trouble at the park.So,Eris and I were driving on the road to see what was up.
Andre:Something isn't right,sis!I felt as though Arturetta was...in agony.
Eris:Yeah,bro!I can feel it too.We're all so close that it's like our hearts are connected,somehow!Hopefully,she's okay!
Andre:Arthur!What's going on?
Arthur:You guys have to come to the park now!Something's happened to Artie!
Andre:No!We'll be there soon!
Eris:What is it,bro?
Andre:It was Arthur,sis!He just said that he wants us to the park ASAP!Something's happened to Artie!
Wooden Bird Mr. Winsor stood just outside, showing off his son’s steam car with its fine red paint and delicately molded details. His son worked at the company that made them now that his apprenticeship was over. His son could afford a car.Wooden Bird17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Edward couldn’t afford such an apprenticeship. Folding his arms together, he rested them on the window sill. Winsor always had good luck. He bought his son’s apprenticeship with a large purse of money he found while walking home drunk. An honest man would have tried to return the money. A smart one bought his son a good apprenticeship.
With a sigh, Edward went back to cutting vegetables. Everyone would be tired after work and stew was always good, even on hot nights. It couldn’t be any hotter than the factory, anyway.
A tug on Edward’s pant leg drew his attention down and he smiled. “Well, look who just crawled his way across the r
FFM 2015: Day 2 - DeconstructionFFM 2015: Day 2 – DeconstructionFFM 2015: Day 2 - Deconstruction1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Please try to relax, Celeste. It's going to take all night for me to fix this mess."
The tension that filled the room was palpable - bitter, if she could name the persistent taste that lingered on her tongue. Dalton's words were earnest, she knew, but they couldn't ease the rigid body he was tinkering with. The skylight above was surprisingly clean enough to see a glimpse of a crescent moon. She refused to take her eyes off of the sliver of silver and serenity. Taking slow, deep breaths she tried to release the anxiety trapped within her chest, praying for the fluttering in her ribcage to cease and her palm to stop sweating. "I'm trying, Dalton." I'm really trying.
"I know you are." He wouldn't look at her, and that made it even harder to gauge truly how furious he was with her. When she'd stumbled to his factory with half of a mechanic left arm and the tips of her curly umber hair singed, the look on his face nearly brought Celest
aaronI remember babysitting this little kid years ago. I think he was only 9 at the time but very close to 10. He looked younger though cause he was short for his age. And he was highly precocious too. One time we were playing "Shoot to Kill" in his family's living room. It's not a video game but rather a simple and old-fashioned live action game wherein we each had plastic black guns and we had to try to shoot one another from behind the couch or chair, tv console, or some such obstruction to protect ourselves from bullets. The guns themselves had no "bullets" or projectiles as it were. We simply had to imagine them and react honourably to each shot that we took against one another. This little boy, who's name was Aaron by the way, was a very mature player, with a good and fair eye for when a shot was a near miss. Once a shot of mine clipped the arm of his father's large black leather armchair (in both our synchronized imaginations) thereby causing young Aaron to whisk hiaaron15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Weirdly NormalSurprisingly, the eight-headed monster wasn’t the weirdest part of my day. The Yamata no Orochi was popular Japanese forklore. I’d known about it for years. First through some of my favorite Japanese anime, like BlueSeed and Naruto.Weirdly Normal20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I’d learned about it when researching Japanese Mythology and how the Sun goddess, Amaterasu Omikami, expelled her brother Susanoo-no-Mikoto – the God of sea and storms – from the heavens. Upon his journey, he met the earth deities who were about to lose their last daughter as a sacrifice to the Orochi. By turning the daughter into a comb and hiding her in his hair, he killed the eight-headed dragon.
Seeing an eight-headed monster came as no surprise. Rather, the weirdest part of my day was seeing my father come to the door, wishing to see me, when I hadn’t seen him in years. I’d rather face the Orochi, itself. Maybe if I prayed, hard, Susanoo would come to save
PMDA - Samaritans' App. - Team Swift SapienceTeam Name: Swift SapiencePMDA - Samaritans' App. - Team Swift Sapience20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
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“In this universe, to be blind is the worst curse of all; even worse, for it to be self-inflicted.” -- Thaddeus Termuth
Celeste Della Sona // Female // Yanma
16 // Absolute: 0
Mild // Alert to Sounds // Compound Eyes
-- Physical Description: Celeste is relatively small for a Yanma, but is not far off from one of average size. The most noticeable differences that she has from a regular Yanma include that her wings have extra markings. These markings and the original stripe are a fiery red-orange hue, a bit more orange than that of a normal Yanma. There are three small triangular markings on the tips of her wings, although they each look like half-diamonds. Meanwhile, near the place where her wings meet her thorax, there is a long, thin, isosceles-triangle sort of mark extending from the thorax to the mi
Guardians of Chicago Chp 3Guardians of ChicagoGuardians of Chicago Chp 319 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There’s No End To The Surprises
“What day does school start again?” Shane asked.
I clanged his drum sticks together in my hand as I looked to the ceiling in thought. “It’s Wednesday…I think. Yeah, it is, because we have three days of school and then a three day weekend because of Labor Day. So freaking great!”
Shane nodded and placed his foot on a chair to tie his shoes. Today was the day that the marching band – along with other teams like cheerleading and football – would take their big group picture for the yearbook. For me, this was the first time I was in my color guard uniform. It was our color guard windbreaker with our school name on it, the marching band shirt underneath, a black dance unitard under that, and then black dance shoes. Not to mention that we had to tie our hair back and put makeup on for the picture. Yeah, that pa