The Angel who dared to loveIn the hopeful morning of the world, when all things were new-made, the Lord looked down upon His Creation – and lo! – it teemed with life. And He summoned one of his angels and spake to him out of the great winds of the air.The Angel who dared to love6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Go thou forth and teach My children so they shall know My Law and abide by it that their days in the Earth which I have given them be long.
And the angel bowed before his God and went forth among the children of men that they might learn. And he was glad, for they seemed to him fair, as having the outward form of their Creator and they were willing to hear and to learn and he had much to teach. And they prospered and their numbers grew and all the things of the Earth were theirs. But soon mankind grew proud and covetous and strife arose among them.
And the angel returned to the Presence and was greatly perplexed.
Lord, Thou hast given Thy children all the Earth – and yet it is not enough. Tell me, O Father, how I may teach them to love Thee
Desert ThiefDesert Thief5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The horse of Kairo Amari was well trained and adapted to endurance riding across vast sand dunes, fields of dry scrubs, even jagged rocks. The gelding’s glossy black coat was a testament to the care his rider put into grooming him, preventing the debilitating curse of saddle sores, when dirt gets underneath the leather and cloth of the tack and rubbing the horse until he is sore.
Kairo’s horse needn’t fear such injury, as Kairo was careless with his own life, but never his faithful horse’s life. The equine was stopped and browsed the foliage around him as above, Kairo ambled up the sides of the great temple nestled in the heart of the great Bedoan Desert.
The Bedoan was surefooted in his climb up the cracked and weathered stone face. A gap in the wall above was big enough to fit his rather short stature through. A peek into the great temple revealed little, as it was dark and musty inside, with only the light from breaks in the walls and of course, the large ent
Clockwork GirlTwirl, twirl, twirl.Clockwork Girl2 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.
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 Epiphany3 days 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
Hot dam Loki x Reader"Oh loki~~"Hot dam Loki x Reader6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“What?!” I giggle as he yelled from the couch where he sat, reading a few scenes from coriolanus. A shakespearean story i had grown to love.
“How do i look? Does it highlight my features?” I strutted in front of him. Bikini top, short shorts, and a very special item, his helmet.
“What are you doing?”
I knew very well he didn't like women who showed off their bodies for attention-that wasn't the case here, it was flaming hot both inside the tower and out. I just couldn't take it anymore. There was only one way of cooling off though, and thats how i ended up in front of him, barely dress with his helmet.
“Loki loki loki~” i shook my head.
“What?” He seemed a bit confused, but still very angry. Everyone knew he hated it when people touched his helmet. Specially after me and tony filled his helmet with ice cream and sprinkles. I called it “loki sundae”
He stood and smirked. Loki is a smart man, and it had n
The Last Day of JuneIt had been a long, hot day and Redshirt Dave, Jane Doe, Mary Sue and Main Protagonist of Indeterminate Gender were cooling off on the shaded deck of their back garden enjoying the sunset. Main Protagonist of Indeterminate Gender was just reflecting on how uneventful the world had been lately when they were rudely interrupted by a loud droning noise overhead.The Last Day of June4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Our heroes looked up to determine the source of the noise but as none of them had x-ray vision today it was of no use. Jane Doe immediately volunteered to leave the shade to investigate but was pulled back in to safety by the others as the entire back garden was suddenly lit up in a glowing turqoise. Strange creatures started appearing before them, pixelating in the turqoise glow as if they'd beamed there from a spaceship--which, on reflection, it seemed quite likely they had. The creatures were roughly a foot tall and no two were the same colour. When ten of them were in the yard the turqoise glow died down and the creatures look
FFM15 - 1: It Ain't Easy Being Green“Nobody appreciates Celery,” the leafy green stalk moped. “I have many qualities, you know. I’m good in a salad, and soup. I go well with peanut butter, but all you ever hear is ‘95% water’.” His voice became a high pitched whine at the end.FFM15 - 1: It Ain't Easy Being Green4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“95% hot air, if you ask me,” Cauliflower muttered. Carrot sniggered in the corner.
Celery rounded on them both. “You’re 92% Cauli! And you look like Broccoli that time he fell in the cheese sauce, so don’t you get smart with me!”
“Hey,” Broccoli said, waddling over. “Calm down, Cel. We’re all Vegebros here. Let’s remember that.”
“Ha! Veges? I’ll tell you what, when Tomato sorts out his identity crisis and picks a damn side, then I’ll calm down.”
“It’s not my fault!” Tomato cried, blushing. “Mom was Vege, Dad was Fruit. How am I supposed to know what I am?”
“Tom can’t hel
CattyIn general, cats have nine lives.Catty3 days 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
Eternal (Teaser Extract CH4)Eternal (Teaser Extract CH4)4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Aiyana stepped forward into the garden, watching as the swing moved back and fro on its own accord.
It was only as she got closer that she saw with the gleam of the moon, that in fact it was not moving on its own at all. A pair of see-through legs, moved the swing into motion, the legs leading up to a small petite body of a young girl, who was humming a little tune as she swung forwards and back.
“Hello.” said Aiyana in greeting. “Are you alright there?”
The girl stopped at her words, her hands tightening around the ropes of the swing. Her humming having ceased with her movement.
“I’m Aiyana, What’s your name?” she said, trying a different approach to engage the young girl.
The girl started twist her head slowly towards Aiyana, and the redhead froze, her eyes widening once she saw clearly the girl's face. Where the her eyes should have been, there were only blackened sockets, trickles of blood moving down her pale white cheeks. The girl s
Writers Block (LokiXReader) OneShotWriters Block (LokiXReader) OneShot3 days 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
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
Beauty and the PestThere was this rich bloke who was very lucky: he had three beautiful daughters, a handsome son, a big house in Leeds and a cupboard full of pumpkins. But then one day, on a Friday the 13th of something, he lost everything. His house caught fire and burned to the ground, his son ran off to join the Foreign Legion and all the pumpkins went sour. However, the man was an optimist (Twit!) and thought that he could always trade one of his daughters for new pumpkins, (probably get at least three for the eldest daughter) and he could live in the garden shed until his house was rebuilt. True, his son had gone and was not likely to come back, but he still had his three daughters – at least for a while until a pumpkin deal had been negotiated. Two of them were always miserable and moaning anyway, so one going might be a blessing, but Beauty, the youngest daughter was cheerful and had tried her best to comfort her father, who loved her dearly. No way would he ever traBeauty and the Pest1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Where Sunshine Cannot FollowIn the mornings, he kisses his husband and his wife goodbye, takes his briefcase and his lunch, and goes to work. He remembers their warmth as he waits for the bus. He knows they will be waiting for him when he returns, each with a hug and a kiss for him, and their smiles will break down the clouds just as they always do, and he will be happy.Where Sunshine Cannot Follow4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He spends his lunch hours pacing the roof, begging himself not to let himself fall.
The Snake Whisperer: Hawaiian Sunshine (Chapter I)The Snake Whisperer: Hawaiian Sunshine (Chapter I)1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
THE DANCING BLUEBERRY
The competition was going along swimmingly, with hundreds if not thousands of spectators watching in awe as the greatest swimsuit models gathered to put on a memorable performance. They were all from the farthest corners of the world, with the most renowned coming from exotic countries such as: Sri-Lanka, India and Laos. The vast majority came from Western countries, though, and the competition was undoubtedly fierce. The arena was massive, situated in the middle of a vast water and leisure park that tilted on the edge of a cliff, neighbouring the shores of the seemingly endless Pacific Ocean. Scorching rays of sunlight baked the land, the temperature exceeding thirty-five as the sun assumed its greatest position of power in the azure-blue sky. Located on a remote island a thousand miles from any continent, the swimsuit tournament was one of the most private of its kind, as only the richest
White SnakesThey didn't close the door. It was a simple thing to do, yet they didn't. They indulged themselves in the ignorance of the things that would happen, and let it be like that. Still, I knew what I had in store for me at this rate. When I realized the door was open, it was already nine o' clock. I'd stayed the whole time focused in the screen of my computer, so I didn't notice until it was late. I sensed a subtle vibration even if it wasn't possible to hear it. The white snakes hissed from below my bed and I saw them, stood there frozen, and took a step back from them. They were all packed on top of each other, and moved slowly towards me. I didn't want to kill them. I would kill myself by doing so, so I wanted an alternative. Still, they just wanted to approach me and take me in, hug me, so to speak, and I didn't want it. I didn't want to let them touch me with their cold, slippery body, dripping wet from the rain outside. I didn't want them to lay their eggs inside my mouth—theirWhite Snakes4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Micropasta: TimewornMicropasta: TimewornMicropasta: Timeworn2 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
Sky Flowers and Burning DesiresBOOM!Sky Flowers and Burning Desires14 hours 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
Chapter 38 - The Black CityChapter 38 - The Black City4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Mass Effect, Dragon Age
Characters: Alistair, Kaidan Alenko, James Vega, Morrigan, Flemeth, Samantha Treynor, EDI, Anderson, Solas, Garrus, Leliana
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Bioware.
Chapter Thirty Eight - The Black City
"Alistair!" My mind was still reeling with the feeling of my body crushed under the rubble, but that wasn't the cause of my panic. He left, he died, and he's not coming back...
"Shepard! Shepard, wake up!"
Blinking rapidly, I forced my consciousness to align with my limbs that were convulsing beyond my control. Sitting upright and wrapping his arms tightly around me, Kaidan rocked us both while pressing his lips to my ear. "Hey, you're safe. I've got you. You're okay."
My teeth chattered as I felt tears well up in the corners of my eyes, and I huddled my naked body against his chest until my convulsions tur
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
Until It's Gone - Part One“Perry the platypus has been gone for days.” Doofenshmirtz stared glumly out the window. Raindrops were pelting the glass. “I hope this doesn’t become like a regular thing with him or anything. It’s actually very rude of him. I’m always right here, every single day, ready to go, and he can’t even bother to show up.”Until It's Gone - Part One6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Oookay, dad.” Vanessa put in her headphones and started for the door. “You have fun ranting to yourself. I’m going out.”
“Out where?” Doofenshmirtz asked, turning away from the window.
“Out like on a date? You’ve got that face on again. The I’m-going-on-a-date-and-you’d-better-not-ask-me-about-it face. I’d know that face anywhere. It’s not my favorite one of your faces, though. I like the you-aren’t-actually-that-annoying face. I’d say the face you’re using right now is my like, twenty-third choice.”
Rip-Off - Day 176“What the hell is this!?” Bart yelled at his smart phone. Amanda glanced at him curiously, along with about forty other people in the small town's square. They'd decided to go out and just ramble around the city and do some shopping. But of course, Bart had gotten glued to his iPhone's screen the entire day.Rip-Off - Day 1761 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Keep your voice down!” She quietly yelled at him. “What the hell is what?”
“This!” He pointed at his screen. He was on the Google play store, skimming through some games. She spotted Angry Birds in the corner, but she had no idea what his problem was. Amanda looked up at him with a furrowed brow.
He rolled his eyes pointed again. His finger lead her gaze to a two dimensional eight bit side-scroller. It was called 'Paper Boy'. She still had no idea what the problem was. “Yeah?” She inquired.
He sighed gruffly and pulled his phone back. “This game is just a complete rip-off, man. It has all the same designs as 'The Be
FFM2015 1 - Toeswitch Ignition“Give me back my toe, please.”FFM2015 1 - Toeswitch Ignition4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Broadside paused his walk, and turned back to me.
“You are not in a position to demand anything.”
I could not fault him for thinking so. My arms and legs are bound to the chair, neck chained so my back must stay rigid or risk self-strangulation. Were I in his shoes, I too would feel as if I held the upper hand.
Yet, I am in my shoes.
“It is not a demand, sir. Give me back my toe or you will force me to show you why I was the one sent to infiltrate this ship.”
Perhaps it was my tone, or the small pool of blood that now ceased to expand under my foot. Maybe he was curious. For whichever reason, Broadside stayed. Not that he needed to.
“I am curious, agent…” Aha. “ I had expected the Grands to send their top spy to my ship. However, my mole in your agency confirms repeatedly that she is undergoing special training at the moment, and remains at base. I am considered quite a high threat, I know
affectionate | brother!kise ryouta x readeraffectionate | brother!kise ryouta x reader3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A/N: I have something for you guys to enjoy in the description~
'[Name]cchi. . .'
Your right eye twitched. 'No. Go away.'
Kise was following you around the gym, looking like a kicked puppy. Since the start of basketball practice, he had been complaining about not getting enough love from his younger sister, you, and no matter how many times you tell him that you love him, he would always ask you for a kiss on the cheek to prove it.
You "politely" declined, of course.
By drop kicking him.
As if you were going to do something embarrassing like that in public.
'[Name]cchi, please?' he implored as he trailed behind you. You sighed.
You were the manager of Kaijo's basketball team. After some relentless begging from the copycat himself, you caved in and had agreed to become his team's manager. You swore that he did this on purpose just so he could spend more time with you, not that you minded. It's just. . . Kise has some serious issues. . .
'Ryo-nii, I alre
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?3 days 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