Encontrando a Mi Hermana y Al Amor Cap.3Capitulo 3: "Acorralada por el enemigo"Encontrando a Mi Hermana y Al Amor Cap.318 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
-Bien, a cenar- Dijeron los dos, mientras se acercaban lentamente, uno venía directo hacia mi, iba a golpearme, pero alguien bloqueo el golpe, luego lo observé y me di cuenta, de que el que esquivó el golpe, fue ese chico pelinegro, creo que se llama Marshall, si, el bloqueó el golpe y logró pegarle al vampiro, y entre ellos dos comenzó una pelea, el otro vampiro, solo me miró, sonrió y se fue acercando ami
-Veo que quedamos nosotros dos hermosura- Dijo el acercándose a mi mientras se lamía los labios- Sera delicioso probar tu sangre... Y tal vez algo mas- Me miró de una manera que solo me dio asco.
-Eso lo veremos- Dije, es se acercó muy rápido hacia mi, y trato de golpearme, yo logré esquivarlo y darle un puñetazo en el rostro, el retrocedió y me miró furioso, se volvió a acercar a mi, pero tenía una navaja que saco de su bolsillo, y
The Face in the Darkness part 1Part 1: The ArrivalThe Face in the Darkness part 110 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Scootaloo! You're going to be late for school!"
Scootaloo opened her eyes, looked at the clock on her bedside table, and groaned. The illuminated hands glowing in the semi-darkness of the room told her that it was just past 6:30: school wouldn't be starting for another hour.
But that was her mother, and the knowledge of the nagging that she would get if she tried to sleep in any longer overruled her instinctive desire to stay in her bed where it was warm. Yawning, she pulled herself out of bed and slid onto the wooden floor, reaching up for the light switch. Blinking in the sudden light as she looked up, Scootaloo was cheered up enough to smile at the sight of a poster of Rainbow Dash taped up on the wall, grinning confidently at her.
The smile disappeared when Scootaloo turned and saw the picture on the nightstand next to the clock. Upon the sight of the sparkl
Surprise! TF RPYour friend comes over to your house, with a surpriseSurprise! TF RP11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
TFs: Can be Pokémon or animal, but has to be canine like, fuzzy, and small
Love, Death and RosesDear JournalLove, Death and Roses22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Have you ever just stop to wonder how different things would be if even one itty-bitty detail, one tiny event was just the slightest bit altered?
I wonder what would have happened if I never accepted that man’s request to share a drink, or to let him walk me back to the tavern. I never would have learned his name. Well, I still don’t even know his full name. He refuses to tell me, jesting that maybe he wants it to be a surprise until the day I’d take it. He’d be insane to ever want to share names with me.
I really hope it’s not something like Waddlesworth.
What a dreadful name that would be.
Names aside, I can’t stop wondering what would be different. I probably never would have seen him again. I certainly wouldn’t be with his child. Would I be this happy? Would I even be alive or would I have sunk further into my own darkness?
He’s like the light at the end of this never-ending tunnel I have created for myself.
If I hadn
Lonely Souls on a Lonely SkyOrange skies and gold clouds. That’s all there is in these forsaken skies. I almost have to believe that the lens of my spyglass was painted with that image. No, wait, there it is. The green flair in the distance. The Vortex.Lonely Souls on a Lonely Sky19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I went out to the fore deck of the airship and turned it to head toward the Vortex. A beautiful and terrible thing this Vortex. A green glow in the heavens, as the land dwellers know it. I’ve been there many times before, myself. I know what it truly is. Death.
I turned and walked back to the cabin, patting the little dragon’s head as I passed it. I could tell it was only a yearling, not fully grown yet. Friendly little thing, it is. Came right up to me and let me bring it on board without a fuss. Didn’t even have to sedate it.
The bottle of dragon blood sits on my desk. Glowing green. Flammable. I threw it into the engine and the fire flared blue-green, roaring loudly and burning hotter than before. I picked up my logbook from my desk and
Ebony and Justin confrontation"What's a Kitsuné doing here?"Ebony and Justin confrontation10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She heard a voice spit the word like a curse behind her, and turned to find, much to her surprise, Justin standing there with a unusually serious face. He was scowling at them with distrust and angry agitation burning in his eyes. And...did he say kitsuné? That was the Japanese-spirit-monster-fox-thing that she wrote a history report on, right? Why was he calling these weirdly dressed people that?
"Something like you would at least know when they're on Felidae territory, right?" He snarled, taking a step forward. Kit thought she saw sparks fly from his shoe for a moment.
"Well, what would would you think if I said I came here caught in the thrill of the hunt?" The girl said coldly, narrowing her eyes.
"Why!" He replied with a laugh, "Then I would say that you really are just a foolish fox that chased the hens in the house!"
An inhuman snarl rose in her throat.
"Are you asking for a fight, house cat?"
Desperation“You want me to smuggle you, who claims to be Lord Belial’s daughter, out?” the demon asks.Desperation6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Cecelial, a ball of apprehension blocking her voice, nods.
He extends a clawed hand expectantly. “What do you have to pay me with?”
“Um,” she licks her lips, salty with sweat caused by the infernal heat that constantly plagues the Hells, and swallows. Pay him? Damn. “I don’t- I have- well, I have nothing.”
He starts to turn away. “Then be gone, you wretch. Be grateful I don’t imprison you and alert your father, if that indeed is truth.”
His rejection chills her. She needs him to get her away from here, get her away from her father. He has no idea how long it took to find him. He doesn’t know the whispers she had traded with several of Belial’s whores and servants, how many shreds of parchments she had gone through trying to pick up his trail. All while her father’s spies watched went about making sure