You Can Call Me DavidYou can call me David, for I am the last of my kind.You Can Call Me David1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I never thought anyone would want to banish all one thousand Davids from existence, but I was wrong. I used to be David 531, along with the other 999 Davids. But that all ended yesterday, when my last brother, David 203, was brutally murdered. I will not let my name and my brothers’ perish from the world. I will not let my brothers’ souls go down in vain. I will not let their killer lay his hands on me.
You can call me David, for I am the last of my kind.
And I am going on a quest to kill my brothers’ murderer.
A Not So Epic Magical Coming of Age AdventureThe boy had a gift. His drawings came true.A Not So Epic Magical Coming of Age Adventure21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'Think of the possibilities,' said the Grand High Magician. 'But if a dark magician had this gift, think of the possibilities then! We must learn more. Does it happen every time? How accurate must it be to target specific people? Not very, looking at you ma'am, no offence. How detailed must it be? Could one, for example, affect an entire country with one A4 drawing?'
'First things first,' said the boy's mother, who was looking flat and square with a thick outline round her. 'I thought perhaps some art lessons.'
Beach witchA witch that lives on the beach.Beach witch15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Who braids seaweed into her hair so when she speaks to the Nereids they accept her as one of their own.
Who can tell your fortune, not with cards or your palm, but from the way grains of sand cling to wet legs.
Who can read the mood of the waves and tides by the discard on the beach, parsing meaning from shell fragments and driftwood. She leaves messages and gifts of her own, written in her footprints and scrawling patterns made by dragging feet
Who walks so quietly through the sifting sand with foot falls masked by the surf. Her seagull familiar does enough talking for the both of them.
Who young boastful men come to see, demanding where to catch the biggest fish or how to dive among the sharks. She tells them, then worries until they return and mourns when they do not.
The old weathered ones come too. But they ask for different things. Protection from mighty storms, just enough food for their children and their children’s children. She gives it
FFM7: Muffin TimeWe were supposed to be tracking down the stolen Eye of Oberon, but my fearless leader, Mortimer Tweed, insisted on making a "quick" stop. When he finally emerged, it wasn't from the pawn shop he'd gone into, but the faery owned and operated bakery three stores down. Mortimer was red eyed and entirely too pleased with himself.FFM7: Muffin Time10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Surprise," he said, handing me a slightly mangled, brown box of blueberry muffins.
"I love surprises as much as the next jerk but that's not what this is."
"Don't be silly, you had no idea---"
"I saw you leave the store and I can smell the blueberry. How many times have I told you not to go to that bakery? Faery dust is not something you want to mess around with."
He started down the street, still too pleased with himself. He waddled in between each parking meter as though his life depended on it. I carried his stupid muffins. If he could sense how deep my irritation ran, perhaps his haste was justified.
"If you want to be an adventurer, you have to develop a tol
6.15 Legends and LessonsEven the immortal have legends, child. The elves say that death comes when we have learned all we can from this lifetime. They think that’s why they live so long, because the hardest lessons take the longest to learn. In fact, some of them think they are cursed with it.6.15 Legends and Lessons21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I’m getting to the curse, now, aren’t I? Calm yourself, little’un, you’ll hear it.
The legend goes that there was once an elven girl called Liette who was loved by everyone she ever met, though she did love none of them back. Well, to be fair, I suppose she did love them, but none more than any other, and so she accepted neither suit nor particular friendship from any.
Yes, child, she was just like of those of us who don’t desire husbands or wives. And Liette treated everyone the same way, to keep them from their own jealousy, you see.
But jealousy cannot be helped sometimes. Another elf, a princess, who had been turned down gently and kindly according to Liette’s wont, d
The Big Shaman's Roast (BHM)Eight-year-old Gabe had trouble going to go to sleep by his mother. "Son, can you tell me what's upsetting you?"The Big Shaman's Roast (BHM)13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Gabe shook his head and pulled his sheets over his head.
"Gabe, can you tell me what's gotten into you lately?"
The boy took a deep breath before speaking. "Mom, I don't like that story you gave me for my birthday. I'm afraid that the giant wizard will come after me and kidnap me for his dinner." Poor Gabe broke into tears.
Mrs. Barragan was shocked to hear this news, but she shouldn't be surprised. She always knew that Gabe had a soft spot for scary stories, but this particular story seemed to rub him in the wrong way. The 30-paged children's book narrates a tale of an ancient Aztec shaman named Coatl who happens to be a giant who adores the taste of children whom he captures from their bedrooms. His methods of cooking them were too gruesome to say, but the process involved shrinking the child to exactly to the size to his hand before consumption.
So it's understandabl
Golden BurdenShe touches his crown, her quivering finger tips gently brushing the cool metal. Worry furrows her brows; dissapointment curls her lips. Her eyes prove patience while searching for an answer in his dead-set glare. His expression remains blank, but his racing heart gives him away.Golden Burden23 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He's too young, she understands. All of it is just too much for him to handle. She offered to help-- to help carry the burden, but he refused as quick as his heart now beats.
A sense of pride is what he's after, she assumes. A young heir to the throne, a boy, becoming a king ruling all; a man. A man brought up young.
"Why must you worry for me?" he asks, tense beneath her touch.
"You've given me much to worry about, so why mustn't I?"
"I don't want to be a burden." He strains to not look away, the truth planting butterflies within his chest.
"Trust me, darling. It's not you that's the burden." She glances at his crown and brings her
The Edge of the Map: choosing a form.“So what are you going to pattern your form after, little sis?” Sigur bounced his heel off the leg of the table he was sitting on. He grinned roguishly at the petite black haired girl in the folding metal chair next to his table. He got an eye roll as an answer as she raised the book on mythology higher to block out the sight of him.The Edge of the Map: choosing a form.14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“How often do I need to remind you that I am the older twin, not you? Brat.” She added for good measure. Of course he only laughed and shook his head.
”Here, give me that!” Ignoring her protest and attempt to grab it back he took the book from her and flipped through it to the Q’s. “Stop taking my stuff!” Rasha yelled as she took another swip at the book, but her brother just pushed her back with a bare foot, making her screech about how gross he was in the process.
“Here! This is what I’m going to ask them to pattern my form after!” He proudly shoved the book back towards her on a pag
Submerged CitySubmerged City13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The icy water pushed itself over my head as I sunk in to blackness. The end. Finally.
I felt my lungs start to burn, they were screaming for oxygen I would never let them have again. I floated down, smiling despite the pain. Jeans and bra stuffed with rocks. I was finally doing it.
My vision began to blur. Through the clear water I swore I saw an Atlantis-type city. My oxygen deprived thoughts grew before me. Rainbow fish swam between the pillars. I felt something pass behind me. It whipped around, doing lazy circles around my slowly declining body. A sea turtle.
It was a magnificent sight. I saw a whole city down there. Fifty foot towers, hundreds of doorways, rooms, and staircases were carved into the stone. I imagined some weird aquatic civilization walking across the zig-zag paths a thousand years ago.
A school of fish darted through the courtyard. They disappeared into the seaweed that had wrapped itself around the smaller columns on the ocean floor. Such a pretty sight. I t
Bak praktak!In full: Bak praktak sekut tarl les oc!Bak praktak!1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Pronunciation guide: 'Bak' as in English 'Buck;
praktak, both a's as the 'u' in English 'Buck', so 'prucktuck';
'sekut' as in French 'écoute' with an 's' in front,
'tarl' as in the first part of 'tarlton'
'les' 's' is hard and not soft as in 'less';
'oc' as in 2nd part of 'knock', so 'ock'
This alien phrase is akin to 'whatever' but not as impolite. It is not meant to offend.
It is indicative of irritation, annoyance, frust
FFM Day 6 - Rabbit Hole"So, is that a rabbit hole? I thought Dixie would be bigger than a rabbit."FFM Day 6 - Rabbit Hole12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Of course it's a rabbit hole! What else could it be?"
"Why is it so big?"
"Maybe they're rich rabbits. They must have a big toilet."
"Everybody knows rich people have to pee a lot."
"I didn't. Who told you that?"
"Never mind. Where's Dixie? You better call her, she might have gotten lost in the bushes."
"Dixie! Dixie, boy! Hey, do you think any rabbits are in there now? What would happen if you fell in?"
"I don't know. The rabbits might squeal like pigs, or they might nip you, like your old pet rabbit used to do."
"Dixie! Hey boy, are you-"
Dixie's leg slipped at the edge and he tumbled into the gaping pit. The girls reached down to catch him, but they could only cringe as whimpering echoed from deep below.
"What happened to Dixie? Do you think he's hurt?"
"Come here." The older girl hugged the smaller one and stroked her head
Edge of the world “This way leads to the edge of the world!” Dini argued. “We can’t go this way. There’s nothing beyond here.”Edge of the world7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was tempted to roll my eyes at her but I knew that would only lead to a bigger fight. When I glanced at the girls, they all quickly found somewhere else to look. Smart kids. No reason to get in the middle of our fight.
Leaning on my staff, I sighed, “There is no edge of the world. The world has no edges or ends. Unless you count the sky, but we can’t get up to the sky so that doesn’t really matter.”
She folded her arms together and pursed her lips. “Everyone knows that is the way to where the world ends. Right, Catarina?”
Cat froze like a lizard hoping to blend in. “Uh, well, I’m…not–”
“She’s a child!” I butted in.
TempersEdward walks down the hall. He runs his left hand though his now shorn short hair. He had to cut it. Edan lost her temper and Edward stepped in to stop his fellow elemental mages from getting hurt. The only thing that had gotten burned in her temper's eruption was his hair. He rather his hair be burnt to a crisp then having to deal with Edan's guilt if she hurt one of her fellow warriors because she lost her temper.Tempers1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He pushes open Morrgahn's office door. His beloved was sitting there and Nicolas was with him of course. The two of them look comfortable together. Edward was still impressed as how Morrgahn balanced them all; their needs, their wants, spending time with each of them.
“Nicolas you are a big cheater.” Edward's voice cuts though the silence of the room. He gets a wink from the other young man using Morrgahn as a pillow as he choose to do each and every day.
“You just jealous I can study and spend time with himself.” He wags a finger at Edward. “Y
The Aftermath VoicesHe walked silently through the ruins of the city, the dull sound of his footsteps echoing further than he cared to guess. The muted sound of her body as he dragged it behind him felt like the roar of the ocean in contrast to the quiet of the dead place around them. He continued forward with a singular purpose and destination.The Aftermath Voices14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Do you remember the night we watched the stars?” She asked.
He paused for only a moment, his grip on her ankle tightening ever so slightly, before he continued on.
She laughed weakly, a dry sound that devolved into coughing. “Just the two of us, alone in the park that night.”
“...The moon was so bright that you said it almost felt like daytime.” he said.
“And you said it felt like there were more stars in the sky than people in the city.” She said. “I must have started shivering, because you gave me your jacket.”
A small, sad smile crept onto his lips.
Revenge From Beyond the GraveIn the dark tunnels that were my home, danger lurked. I wasn't sure precisely what danger it was until I rounded a corner and almost walked right on top of it. Fortunately it was facing the other way from me and hadn't noticed my presence yet. I froze. All I could see was a ginormous blue reptilian backside with a tail, its bulk taking up almost the entire passageway. I couldn't see exactly what it was doing, but from the way its back was shuddering its head must have been moving up and down. I tried not to think about what it might be eating as I slowly and carefully backed away down the tunnel, praying it wouldn't turn around.Revenge From Beyond the Grave1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Either God didn't hear my prayer, or had heard and decided to fuck with me. Just before I reached the relative safety of the corner there was a loud CLANG at my feet, followed by a series of smaller clicking noises. I froze again. Looking down, I saw a large cogwheel rolling away from me towards the creature. Looking at my right hand, I saw that my makeshift cl
The Documentor and the Reclamation Officer I always loved new things. Ever since I was small, I always wanted to see and taste and touch new things that I'd never encountered before. Sometimes this insatiable curiosity got me into some unpleasant situations, but I made it to adulthood with only a few scares and two toes missing. Nowadays, I work as a reclamation officer for the Republic of the North. It's the perfect for me, as my curiosity has never truly died, and exploring new places is the greatest thing in the world to me. I work with a documentor named Pilfry Bogarm, who isn't quite as excited about the job as I, but he's a good fellow. Oh, that reminds me, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Finigus Torray, and this is the story of how I conquered the North, in a manner of speaking.The Documentor and the Reclamation Officer17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The scene is a particularly stormy night in the Witching Mountains near Tolmaas, or what is left of Tolmaas. I mean, most actual cities are in total ruin now, ever since the Great War. The Republic has managed to ge
FFM6: Clashing like Titans"She needs to be reminded," Grandmother Blackthorne said, "Take my key. If she's not home, let yourself in. If she is home, don't leave until she accepts what's expected of her."FFM6: Clashing like Titans16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Rachel was always so stubborn, Vicky mused, she would have had it a lot easier if she just sucked up her pride. She took the key from Grandmother's outstretched palm. The metal was witchsteel, and the center was a clouded blue gem. This wouldn't have been a key Rachel had commissioned in any of the local stores. Grandmother would have had to pull strings. Probably hadn't let her know what she was doing until the key was made, if she'd bothered to tell her at all.
One of these days, their feud was going to get nasty. Vicky was glad she wasn't going to be at the center of it. At least she hoped she wouldn't be.
"Is there anything else you needed?" she asked.
Grandmother shook her head. The black mourning mask was transparent enough to let Vicky make out her expression. She had two emotions when talking about her
How Angels Fall From HeavenThis is the story behind those people whom their loved ones call an angel sent from heaven. Except, those angels were never really sent from heaven. They were the rule-breakers who fell from heaven.How Angels Fall From Heaven7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Grace had sneaked pass the guards of two Senior Angels and ran to the nearest window overlooking Earth. She was an Angel in training, a Junior who hadn't even received her wings, and deep inside, she was just a child. And children were naturally curious, didn’t matter if they were from Earth or Heaven. Grace giggled, those Seniors were a bunch of careless guards.
She lied on her stomach and dragged herself closer to the window. As she neared the opening, she began to feel wind gently brushing her cheek. She couldn’t suppress her grin as a surge of electric current rushed through her body. She just couldn’t wait to see what lied on the other side of the window –the window which Seniors said had lost them a lot of Angels. Grace didn’t believe them.