Don't Ever Make LemonadeDon't Ever Make Lemonade2 days 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
Sky Flowers and Burning DesiresBOOM!Sky Flowers and Burning Desires1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What was that?" Rhymepaw asked, her eyes wide. Most of the other apprentices looked as frightened as she, tails puffed up to be twice their size and eyes the size of the full moon.
"Sounds like the Sky Flowers again," Fawnspots purred, looking up at the sky. Rhymepaw followed her mother's gaze to see another one burst open, illuminating the night sky with a loud bang.
She tilted her head, as soon as it had appeared, it was gone. "Sky Flowers?" her brother repeated. "What are they?"
Fawnspots licked Wasppaw's head as he sat between her paws, watching the night sky too. "Twolegs set them off sometimes, I think. I don't know why."
"They sure are loud," the tom wrinkled his nose.
"Maybe they should have named you Skyflower instead," Marigoldflame laughed, nudging her sister Skylily as the calico herded her frightened kits under her protective tail.
The queen laughed in response. "Because I'm so loud? Is that what you're getting at?" she batted at her littermate's
Clockwork GirlTwirl, twirl, twirl.Clockwork Girl3 days 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.
Micropasta: TimewornMicropasta: TimewornMicropasta: Timeworn3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My kind grow bored easily. Not an agreeable trait to have for those such as us, who can live for aeons. Some of us seek a momentary respite from our all-consuming languor by visiting the human races, whether in disguise as one of their own to partake of their “culture”, or in our true forms, the better to set up short-lived reigns as kings of crimson fire.
You know all this, though. That is why you have come here to slay the dragon, the Drake of Amber Isle, I trust. Modern-day knight, St. George of the Arbitrarily Chosen! Do you really think the raucous praise your “friends” will drown you in should you slay me can ever be called genuine? And what if you should fail? Suppose I should step on you like a bothersome swampfly and word trickles back of your demise?
What then? I’ll tell you what. Your name will be simultaneously spat upon and used as a curse.
So, here you are, and the choice I am leaving fully up to you. Do you wish to finis
Blood and SmokeIt was Falconpaw’s sudden burst into the apprentice den that woke Dreampaw. The she-cat was half tempted to put her claws to the tom’s muzzle for interrupting her sleep, but it was the words that followed his interruption that made her claws that retract. “Fire…?” Her head tilted to the side in curiosity as most of the other apprentices started screaming and running, totally ignoring Falconpaw’s words.Blood and Smoke16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was it. This was her chance.
Right as Hopepaw moved to run past her, she grabbed his scruff and actually managed to pull the tom on his back, much to both of their shocks. “Where are you going?”
“To get dad and Uncle Breezy.” Hopepaw’s eyes were wide, but Dreampaw’s were narrowed. However, she smiled slightly and rolled her brother back onto his stomach.
“I’ll get dad and Uncle Breezemoon. You get out of here. I’m faster than you anyways. We’ll catch up.” With that she flicked her t
Sunny Hills Asylum It was no mystery that some bad stuff went down at Sunny Hills Asylum. It didn't take a genius to figure out the patients were abused and used for experiments. Very few who were admitted were ever seen from again. Most patients didn't even receive visiting hours. Even those who were patients went missing around the premises. I guess you could say they didn't want their dirty little secrets leaking out. As if the public couldn't figure out how unsanitary everything was, how patients went without meals, how their mental stability actually decrease after being admitted. Very few reports came back but the hospital denied every news article and eventually, the reporters would be admitted themselves for reasons such as “extreme denial” and “delirium.”Sunny Hills Asylum2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
After a while, people stopped trying to reveal the truth. It took almost a century for the place to get shut down. By the time Sunny Hills did get shut down, thousands of p
Trailblaze II - Chapter 3Trailblaze II - Chapter 32 days 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
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.2 days 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
''Worst excuse ever...''Erhard Muller also known as CR-S01 of Resurgam First Care had seen a lot of odd things in his life. From becoming a convict temporarily to now being a free man, to fighting deadly diseases and saving dozens of lives…''Worst excuse ever...''1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
But this transfer was taking the cake he decided.
“It’ll be good for you! This doctor needs experience and you need experience out of the hospital!” The chief had told him.
“It’ll be fun.” His coworkers had said.
He wondered if they saw what he was dealing with right now they’d say it would be fun.
Because Erhard was wondering just who was going to set him off.
The town he was in was called New Domino City, the hospital he was working at one of the better ones but the odd injuries he received almost daily to treat were just bizarre. Including the excuses.
“So… You told him no… And he stabbed you…” Erhard stated slowly as he tried to comprehend what his latest patient was telling him. “For a
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.2 days 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
Creepypasta: An Ominous Black RoseCreepypasta: An Ominous Black Rose1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was around 7 o’clock P.M in the upscaling town of Wood-Point. The autumn sky began to darken as a young, lost boy walked through the dimmed woods of the outskirts of the town. While wandering aimlessly throughout the woods, he wondered which way he had come. The boy was told never to walk in the woods alone, especially during nightfall, but regardless of what he was told he continued to walk with no sense of direction well into the night.
Some say that a figure dark as the night sky wandered throughout the woods during this time, in search of trespassers who dared to cross into its territory. According to courageous witnesses, who say they were saved by this being, said that the figure wore dark coloured clothing and a white mask. Its eyes were a pitch black while its right eye was said to glow an eerie red. No one knew the true motive of the figure which made it confusing whether to fear or praise it.
Whoever was brave enough to venture into the woods and br
Outlawed 10--part 1Outlawed 10--part 12 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The footsteps down the corridor grew closer and would reach them in moments. They wouldn’t have another shot at this.
“Whelp, here goes nothin’” Bracing his limp left arm with his right Rover aimed the cylindrical attatchment and thumbed a small lever on it’s underside. A fine mist sprayed from the nozzle, becoming a thick white cloud before him. There was a crackling sound and where the mist met the forcefield the barrier shimmered away. Rover stepped through it.
Peglinta took in a delighted gasp. “I told you! I told you he could do it!” She squealed in a stage whisper.
“Well done!” Jessuk said. “Now make haste! Our captors are nearly upon us!”
Rover stepped toward Peg’s cell when he realized his left arm was holding up itself.
A Spooky Ghost's StoryLavinia Clutterbuck looked into Camera 2 and smiled.A Spooky Ghost's Story2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Today,” she said, “we’re looking at the world of ghost modelling. More and more of the dearly departed are taking up this career, and here to tell us a bit more about it is ghost supermodel, Spooky!”
There was huge applause from the studio audience and a translucent young woman drifted on. She floated over to the chair opposite Lavinia’s and eventually came to a stop in a sitting position just above it.
“Welcome!” said Lavinia. “We’re so pleased to have you!” She leaned forward. “First of all, I have to ask… ‘Spooky’ isn’t your real name, is it?”
Spooky grinned. “No—I wasn’t always a ghost! I used to be plain Miranda Atherton.” She laughed a little. “Plain in all senses. I don’t think anyone gave me a second look during the twenty-two years I was alive.”
“But that all changed after you
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 Sale2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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STC: Have Starship, Will Travel: EpilogueSTC: Have Starship, Will Travel: Epilogue21 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
San Francisco, Earth
April 4, 2270
Admiral James Komack entered the reception area of Admiral Morgan Rigel’s office and immediately noticed that the office furniture wasn’t Starfleet regulation – it was all real wood. Something that he felt was unnecessary and even ostentatious. Not strictly against regulations, but he disapproved nonetheless. Behind the reception desk was a lieutenant of Chinese ancestry and a very attractive one at that. She immediately stood.
“Good afternoon, Admiral.”
Komack gave a nod. “Lieutenant. Where’s Admiral Rigel?”
“Waiting for you in his office, sir. I’ll announce you.”
“That won’t be necessary.” Komack walked past her, gave the old-fashioned wooden door leading to Morgan’s office a single knock (more ostentatious decoration as far as he was concerned) and went in wit
Melissandra's Last DayMelissandra checked her watch again, then snapped it shut and pocketed it with a sigh. She had another ten minutes to wait before the train would arrive.Melissandra's Last Day3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She resumed pacing the platform. She was too nervous to sit.
A greasy-looking man with a goatee and velvet top hat was thrusting a bouquet of roses at her face. Melissandra turned pointedly away, but the man danced around in front of her. "You won't find flowers like this on the moon, miss. I've got red roses, orange roses, yellow roses, tulips, pansies geraniums..."
"No, thank you." Melissandra tried to turn past him and continue pacing, but he was blocking her way. "The moon is famed for its gardens," she told him with a polite smile.
"White flowers, glowing flowers, yes - but do you think you will find color there? Do you think you will find color there? Do you think you won't miss the red of a rose?" He singled one out for her and held it beneath her nose. "Come, take one with you, miss - to remind you of your hom
Levi X Child Reader: Savior part 1Levi X Child Reader: Savior part 12 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What should have been snow, was really ash and dust from debris floating in the soft wind. It was bizarre to think that just this morning was a warm and sunny day. It now felt as if it was below twenty degrees. Buildings were now just pathetic piles of rubble and people were nowhere in sight. The only sound was the whistling wind and the soft patter of tiny footsteps along the ruined cobble roads.
~ ~ ~
Earlier that day, that terribly fated day that was just like five years ago, humanity’s greatest enemy attacked yet again. Barging into the wall as if it was made of paper, beast entered the cities, raging about and causing the defenseless human to run and hide in the next wall. Many a soldier came to help; yet so many had died from the attempt to say every life. They thought that everyone had made it safe to the next wall but they were wrong. You knew how wrong they were.
Your mother, father and older siblings… all gon
Screen and SatelliteSystem on go start. Screen flickers from off-black to cosmic-black with a tiny blue marble in the middle and these are my eyes, here, Screen and Satellite. What's the target today Screen? Satellite asks, and I identity the co-ordinates of the nation. Satellite zooms in and the tiny blue marble becomes slightly bigger. A beige polygon with a network of flaming dots around a sea. Oil fields burn in the eastern regions while in the north 24 IAOD (International Agency Of Democracy) battalions intercept 351 rebels. 349; bomb mortar (Smithston & Son Mk. IV) with 95% success rate succeeds with 56% success rate. In the southern citadels riots devour the city. Makeshift flags appear across all major media streams. Their predicted movement is to the market where the dictator's police force shall intercept them; according to social network activity the mob is to grow by 16% and therefore give the mob a 6.7 point advantage over the regime.Screen and Satellite13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This happens to all societies, I tell Satellite. I wonder
Monkey WrenchedJuly 2, 1887 – Automata Fair Ends In Disgrace!Monkey Wrenched2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
LONDON – The organizers of the 15th Annual London Automata Fair have not awarded a prize this year due to some confusion regarding the rules.
“Contestants have long been men of science, distinguished folk eager to test out new designs for mobile, self-contained machines,” said Professor Albert Pendleton, Esq., one of the judges of this year's competition. “Because of the nature of automata, we have long had to keep definitions flexible, as any number of innovations are possible- encouraged, I say! But the actions of Mr. LaBelle, and his entry's abuse of our qualifications, are a clear sign that the bylaws of this fair need to be revised.”
Since 1872, the London Automata Fair has applied the inventions of the Milton Steam Engine and the Mercier Inference Engine by creating contests of ability for different automata. This year's tasks were a small obstacle course, followed by an array of domestic cleaning
Great Android Expectations'Oh dear,' said Estella, as her eye fell upon the moth-eaten wedding dress hanging in the corner cupboard. 'You know, I'm not that Miss Havisham.'Great Android Expectations3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her hostess looked most surprised. 'Aren't you?'
'No. She died a long time ago, Miss Gettisham. She was badly burned, and at any rate, she'd be well over a hundred by now.'
'Goodness,' said Miss Gettisham, 'has it been that long? I'll put it away, then.' She crossed the room to the cupboard and kicked it shut. 'I did consider wearing it, to garner a bit more sympathy, but I'm glad now that I didn't. No point feeling sorry for yourself forever. I've been immersed in my work.'
'Good for you,' said Estella. 'And why did you ask me, or rather, my former guardian here?'
'So you're the original Estella,' said Miss Gettisham. 'Even better! Come and tell me what you think.'
So saying, she grabbed Estella's wrist and dragged her through labyrinthine corridors, down a dark
Building and Building - Highclan AssignmentThe warm weather was beating down hard on the Clans below. Not hot enough for anybody to be seriously worried about potential fires, but still hot enough to entice you to stay in the shade, rather than being out on the Patrols you were supposed to be following.Building and Building - Highclan Assignment3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I've been thinking..." Owlmoon stretched out on his back from under the shade of the rock he and Scorchpaw were resting under in the lower part of Highclan's territory near to the cliffs.
"When aren't you" the darker tom replied with an annoyed twitch of his whiskers, however his voice sounded less confident than it usually did.
It had been about a week or so since the death of that Kit. Nobody knew he'd played a part in her death of course, Scorchpaw was the only one he'd told, as he knew that his half-brother had also had doubts about the path they were pulling themselves along.
Ignoring Scorchpaw's jibe he continued. "Perhaps Burningdust had a point, maybe there is a side to these other abilities that we didn't consider. Whe
Boar Attack (Renier and Wren):iconwildfire-tama:Boar Attack (Renier and Wren)2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wren padded through the forests of Vale. She was by the southern border, examining the new herbs that have been growing ever since the spring had turned into the summer. The spring flowers were largely being replaced by lush green leaves, although many blooms still graced the forest floor. She stepped delicately to avoid crushing the fragile blossoms, humming quietly to herself as she moved about the forest.
Her mind was peaceful. The weather was good, the pack was safe, and the wolf who had been terrorizing her had not shown himself in a good while. Although she caught his ghost of his scent in the breeze occasionally, and sometimes thought she saw a shadow shift from the corner of her eye… but she always shrugged it off, assuming he had gotten bored with her, and moved on to another territory, and perhaps now she would be able to serve her pack without fear of whatever his threats meant.
But half of her was still wondering… he was so… strange. He
The Amastereth Short Story IThe Amastereth Short Story I2 days 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