The Blue Moon Brings Death part 1Part 1: This Gaudy CityThe Blue Moon Brings Death part 115 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A train whistle sounded, echoing through the valley. The train from Ponyville chugged merrily along the track, marking it's path with clouds of steam that rose into the air to join the other white, fluffy clouds that artistically decorated the blue sky over the sea of red, orange and yellow leaves.
Inside one of the train's carriages, the passengers chatted happily.
"The Blue Moon Festival in Canterlot!" Rarity gushed in her seat, leaning out the window to watch the approaching royal city, set into the side of the mountain up ahead. "It's going to be just fabulous!"
"And it's your first Blue Moon Festival as a princess, Twi!" Applejack said.
"Princess Luna has asked me to help with the preparations and to help to lead the ceremony," Twilight said, looking up from the book that she'd been using as a study guide for the festival, which only happened about once every four years and was meant to celebrate Princess Luna's defeat of the Dream Demons who'd
NEC 102 - intro to what even"NEC 102 - intro to what even12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Death is not that much different than life--"
Necromancy is the magic of the realm of death and life and all that lies between it--"
The past, present and future all ties to necromancy because--"
Brünhilde stared at the crossed out words in her notebook, her expression sullen and a pout pulling at her lips. She had probably attempted to start her assignment for her introductory necromancy class twelve different times, but each attempt failed. They all felt wrong, and the normally eloquent and articulate witch was at a loss for words.
It was not pleasant.
The witch knew what she wanted to say. She studied the subject near-incessantly since coming to the school, because she had access to so much information that had previously been forbidden to her, and there were so many places that she could just curl up comfortably and read. She even had a study buddy! In fact, she had bef
Something fishyRay had problems with me fishing. And it made me wonder (with some shame) what kind of fish the fish-half of Ray would taste like. I tossed my line, aiming in a wide arc over his head. He wasn't impressed.Something fishy14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It's no good," he explained "fish have feelings just like people!"
I asked Ray if he was a fish.
"Sure! My momma was a huge tuna. My father was a fisherman~"
I don't like the taste of tuna.
"It seems a bit impossible"
"Well, think of it from my side," sighed Ray "nothing underwater has legs. They're no good for swimming"
I reeled in my line and put my bait away. I asked Ray if he wanted any dried mealworms. He splashed me.
"I'm a vegetarian!"
"Good to know~"
I watched Ray swim in circles, admiring the way his fins looked like blue silk banners.
Before long, I noticed a longboard, floating towards us, and another fin- a green fin. Right. I'm losing it.
The board moved towards Ray like a shark and hit the back of his head. I held my breath kept my rod in front of me, like a weapon.
Geoff and Rhoth on: Hydrangeas“WE GOT SOUP”Geoff and Rhoth on: Hydrangeas4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I waited while he returned to the kitchen. I suspected the conversation that would occur behind those swinging doors. I did not think too long on it, least I lose my appetite for soup, but after another young man in suspenders and a bowtie was tasked with delivering my bill I knew where to go. In the alley behind the kitchen, stripped of his stupid black bowtie and sitting forlorn on the wet stones. Knees curled to chest, head in his hands, Rhoth mourned the job he had managed to keep for only three weeks – among other things.
We sat together in silence for a few moments, the younger LeVer and I, until my lips formed the words, and my tongue pushed out a question that I had verged on every time that I had seen him since Noe’s death.
“How did he smell?”
Rhoth ignored me for a time. I leaned my shoulders and head back against the restaurant’s outer wall, and waited a few seconds before I ask again.
“Sterile,” muttered Rh
Teeth31 Days of Halloween Art ChallengeTeeth6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol
What began as a safe haven for Nightwalkers soon turned into a place of excitement, booze, and low-light dancing.
I'd never intended for it, but I wasn't about to refuse it, either. Our kinds had so few places to unwind and have fun that I could hardly say no. Even so, I wasn't about to let it turn into one of the many places of filth and shady dealings that Nightwalkers often resorted to. I kept it clean, organized, and staffed it with my most trusted (and toughest) allies.
Jeromy pretty much ran the place. I was the money, and he was the charm. We simply called it “Fangs”, never advertising, and running purely on word-of-mouth. The last thing I needed were humans finding themselves surrounded by vampires, werewolves, harpies and other creatures of the night.
It was also where we first met Aki, so Jeromy couldn't complain.
But for me, it served as a distraction.
Raven had been missi
EvermoreDevastation. That was all. He’d always been creative with words, always the showman, but this was different. In his time he’d seen more than his fair share of death and destruction, but this was different. This was home.Evermore14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Paradisia. It was such a fitting name, he thought, it sounds like paradise. A beautiful human word. Ever since he’d learned it I’ve never been able to think of it as just a name, have I…
Up until now it was a wondrous city of marble and soft whites and blues, through which worn cobble or pavement streets ran like rivers and blanketed, perpetually, in fog as though it hovered in the sky rather than sat up against the base of a mountain.
That haven of civilization was gone now though, replaced with charred rubble and grey, dead ash. Even now, the city was still being disgraced by the dead flames, the smoke reaching out to the sky and chewing the fog to pieces and stalked the city streets like death must have done these past days.
But the rea
Geoff and Rhoth on: Friendship“Are you saying you wouldn’t do it?” I demanded, “to protect your brother? To keep him safe?”Geoff and Rhoth on: Friendship4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“You know I would!” Rhoth hollered back, “but what you’re talking about it something very different. I would only hurt people to protect Renget from harm. You’re talking about protecting Duke from happiness! It’s not protecting someone to prevent them from leaving this sort of existence behind, Geoff. It’s condemning them.”
“He’s going to go out there and get eaten alive, Rhoth. What is he going to do if they come after him and we’re not there to protect him”
“He’ll throw a car at them, Geoff! Christ, he’s growing up. He doesn’t want any part of this self-destructive, juvenile niche you’ve carved out. No one does. In fact, you are the kind of thing I would kill to keep Renget away from.”
“Is that so? Are you going to kill me, blackbird?”