Whisper in the Whitetail Woods: Part 2Part 2: Doesn't BelongWhisper in the Whitetail Woods: Part 215 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Pinkie continued to bounce deeper and deeper into the woods, following the distant echoes of the giggling voice before her, responding with her own laughter. With a particularly large bounce, she propelled herself into the fog, landing in midst of a small clearing. Her vision suddenly clearer, she looked around to see that except some trees, a couple bushes and a rock, she was completely alone. Save for the faint rustling of the wind in the trees, there was no sound at all.
Pinkie never liked silence. "Hey! Where'd you go?" she called out to the voice, peeking into a bush. Seeing nothing, she looked in the other bush, then underneath the rock. Confusion replaced her earlier joy. "Hello?" she shouted, spinning in place, noting how the trees seem to close in, surrounding her like a pack of skeletal wolves. A whisper seemed to rise from the rustling leaves.
All of a sudden, Pinkie heard the laugh again. But this time, it was different: slowed down, deeper. It was no
Submit (GT RP)His name's Rylen. And he likes watching humans submit.Submit (GT RP)15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Rylen Kain invented a cell phone app called Decoy in order to save tiny from being kidnapped by immediately and discreetly alerting nearby authorities. He’s saved countless lives. Humans love him. Giants envy him. He’s a media darling and Aumbra Magazine’s Man of the Year.
But everyone has a dark side, right? Every weekend, he invites a human to “play” with him at his mansion. This has happened several times, and these human guests always come home with no memory of the weekend’s events, no injuries, and LOTS of money.
While emailing a friend, you get an email invitation from Rylen Kain. As a human, you know his name well. Here’s the message:
I’ve noticed you. How would you feel about coming to play for the weekend? My driver will meet you in the Macro district, where she will present you with a contract to sign. If you are interested, sign it and she will t
Here puppy, puppy...JAY/Aurora:Here puppy, puppy...1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The temps were dropping drastically with each day as the group climbed deeper into the Tartok Mountains. The skies were more cloudy and there was always a cold dampness in the air. This didn’t deter the group from their mission though. Jay quickly brushed Aurora before putting on her saddle and packs. They had been outwitted and out ran by a feral pup, and he was determined to find it. It couldn’t possibly survive long by itself up here. There were mountain lions, bears, and even other wild tokotas roaming about sure to be looking for food. The group themselves were not struggling, but it was definitely not a walk in the park up here.
Once the leathers were snug, Jay gave them a final tug for good measure and mounted the curly. “Alight girl, lets round up some of the members and try to track this little bugger down.” He patted Aurora’s shoulder and sent her forward. Most of the members were already out doing their day’s tasks that
Super Mario Space Angels Episode 7(2/3)The group continued traversing through the forest until they come across a small bridge where right across there was a small waterfall very blue and green colored with plants swimming around the pond.They were awed on how pretty it was and the fact it was sunny out,made it even better.Super Mario Space Angels Episode 7(2/3)12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Kara:This is the the Wagana Waterfall.Every 6 months the trees around the top and sides has old leaves fall off,clearing up from the bad toxic chemicals.Once you're around the area,the aura will rejuvenate you and will feel brand new.
Samantha:You know what that reminds me of? A spa,where I wish I would be at right now.
Ranielle:Will you stop talking about the damn spa? We're not somewhere luxurious!
Samantha:Well I should be.You on the other hand...not so much.
Samantha said eyeing on Ranielle's looks.Despite both of them are rich,Samantha is more spoiled than her sister cause their parents treat them good or rotten,depending on the sister.
Mario:Hey hey,cut it out paisanas! Can we once not argue over a
31.15 Undaunted“Anagnorisis, chiaroscuro, cicatrize, defenestrate, eldritch, excelsior, pulchritudinous, skank.”31.15 Undaunted16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Eric couldn’t decide whether to gape at me or at the paper that had been shoved under our door. “What the hell does that mean?”
“It’s a message.” It was a catalyst. Well, at least it was better than dealing with ennui.
“Ah. Well, if it’s not someone just being facetious, I’m going to have to google some of those definitions, then.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “The words themselves don’t matter; the legend is the initials. It’s a bit clumsy, but not bad for quick work.”
“I see. So what does it say?”
I hesitated, holding the decision in judgment, but I had to tell him. “It says ‘Escaped. C.’”
If I had looked up the definition of ‘flabbergasted,’ there would have been an image of Eric’s expression right then beside it.
Stealing the greenEach time in autumn, the leafs change color.Stealing the green6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Science tells us that it is, because the trees are withdrawing its chlorophyll, leaving its leafs to wither and die. Science also tells us, that the trees are doing that, because otherwise the tree itself would die.
However that is complete nonsense. In fact, it couldn't be any farther from the truth.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
They say that there are more things between heaven and earth than the human eye can perceive. Now there's a lot of truth in that. Yet, there are exceptions to that rule. Sometimes, the human eye can see more, than it should see.
It was a rather regular day in late summer and the leafs had begun to transition from green to colorful a few days ago. The late summer sun shone down warmly on all that walked the earth, the children were playing while the adults were going about their daily lives. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.
But there was this one child, that was not behaving ordinarily. The little boy ke
Little To Big Pg9As Thorntail and Sunpaw entered the camp, Sunwhisker looked at them. then Opalstar dashed towards them, "Where were you?!"She demanded, her tail lashing. Sunpaw flinched at her leader's sudden coldness. "We were just hunting."Thorntail said, rather confident. "Where's you catch?"Opalstar said, her voice a little calmer, but her eyes still as cold. "We couldn't catch anything.."Sunpaw squeaked, shrinking. "Go back to hunt, and don't come back till you catch something."With that the clan leader left. Sunpaw blinked at her leader's sudden coldness. Opalstar was usually a level-headed cat, always kind. Thorntail signed and nudged Sunpaw back to the gorse entrance, "Let's try somewhere else."He meowed, Sunpaw looked at Thorntail, his green eyes revealed nothing. He was expressionless. //what happened, I'm so confused..// She said, looking down at her paws. "BUT SKYFLAME!"A familiar voice echoed. Sunpaw pricked her ears, following the voice. She found Jadepaw training with Skyflame. "No, noLittle To Big Pg97 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The DreamI felt a searing pain in my side.The Dream17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Surrender now, mortal.”
Panting, I looked to see the sneering face of the Dark Lord. He grasped a sword in one paw, and made a fist with the other. The sword pushed deeper into my side. And to think he was my brother.
“My dear sister,” he said sarcastically, “I would hate to kill you, but, I will do what must be done.”
“You know me, dear brother,” I grabbed his sword and pointed the bloodied tip to his throat. I stood with a grunt. We rose to our hind paws, his coat of soot glimmered, my fur of light silver gleamed. Our tails swished with the wind. I stood my ground as he lunged for my throat. A low rumble echoed from within me. My dark grey claws sunk into the flesh of his underbelly. He squealed in agony, but managed to snarl, “Sister, you know I have many allies; be warned.”
“You won’t have any when I’m done with you.” We tumbled through the barren landscape, just a
FFM 30: TestedBattered, bloody, she pushes himself to his feet and keeps going. The terrain is flat and desolate as far as he can see. A thunderous and dramatic sky glares down toward the horizon, where a red sun is setting.FFM 30: Tested11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She mutters through cracked lips.
She stumbles ahead, mindful of the sound of hoofbeats away behind her. She glances back at the dust cloud once, but turning makes her dizzy. She sets her eyes on the crimson solar disk. She hears, but does not listen.
Some time later she falls again. Full length on her front in the soft dust. The hoofbeats grow slowly louder, and slower, until big heavy hooves are tamping the dust before her face. Lying motionless, she slowly recognizes her perdicament, and begins the laborious process of getting up again.
“Give up,” a silky deep voice tells her.
She ignores the speaker, getting to her elbows and curling her knees in under her. Slumping bac
The HydraThe pre-dawn morning was clear, the moon was still bright, and Celery had never been more flabbergasted in his life.The Hydra15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Wait, go back – what was my part in this… this amorphous little plan of yours again?”
Skall the Barbarian grinned, showing off every gap in her teeth to full effect.
“Distraction,” she said.
The rogue was just puffing up to let their muscle know exactly what he thought when Sir Ethanol elbowed him in the side.
“Let it be,” the knight muttered, polishing Excelsior with his usual care. “It’s not a bad plan, and we’ve spent this entire quest trying to get her to think ahead. We need to encourage every scrap of judgment she shows.”
“Do you even remember what happened the last time we went with this kind of plan? Blue’s best healing spells barely managed to cicatrize your wounds!”
“This isn’t going to be like Terminus,” Ethanol replied. “We know what
FFM Day 30- Endless RepetitionsAcross the twisted spirals of metal thorns and the expanse of razed dirt, Walter heard an impossible music box playing. It was just beyond the trenches, a tiny glass and metal thing, glinting in the dirt.FFM Day 30- Endless Repetitions15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If he’d been alone in the desolation, he would have gone for the box. He would have given up, just to hold an impossible thing. But he wasn’t alone. Droobie, Pots, and Carver were with him, brothers at the end of the line. To them he was the Conductor, as he waved his hands to music they couldn’t hear, just to fall asleep.
Carver shaped his scavenged wood. They all wore elephants around their necks, totems of promises to each other. The survivors would remember all they could, the elephant was a reminder of their promise. Every ghost Walter saw he would remember, so he could bring his comrades home.
The music box was another promise, from the cosmos to him. If it could survive out there, maybe they could, too. As he leaned out of the trench, staring at his box, Droob
FFM Day 31 (Final): The EndingIf you were to google "The Ending," you might come up with the name Terminus. Not to be confused with the Roman god of boundaries, Terminus is an eldritch abomination that lurks in the deepest, darkest pits of the earth, waiting to pass its judgment onto those who wish to oppose it. According to legend, Terminus is an elemental entity, a swirling mass of shadow and the stuff nightmares are made of. It appears as an amorphous blob with three sets of wormy tendrils wrapping around themselves as its necks. Upon each neck sits a face reflecting a different emotion: a blank stare for ennui, a scowl for antipathy, and a twisted grin for facetiousness. Its eyes are black pits so deep that not even the twinkle of a reflected moon can escape them. The air around the creature reeks of a mixture of raw celery, spoiled carrots, and pure ethanol.FFM Day 31 (Final): The Ending21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
DamienThe sweat trickles down his back, edging down the thin gap between his pack and his body. His armor is stowed now, but the heat is strong enough without it, and the black uniform doesn't help.Damien1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He drinks deep and gives the skin a quick shake. Half empty, at least. They'll have to stop for water at the next river. That shouldn't be too far off – an hour, maybe – but he'd better not waste any, all the same.
His men are sliding through the forest behind him, dealing with the heat in their own way. One or two of them follow his orders to the letter, suffering through it in silence. Others are marching with empty skins already: they wasted their water on hair and skin, trading heat for thirst. They know he will share his own water if it comes to it. Discipline is one thing, but he cannot leave his soldiers unable to march.
Some have taken off their loose shirts and bound them around heads or waists to march bare-breasted. He can't blame them: the black doesn't show dirt or blood,
FFM Day 31- Ghost hunterJeremy’s day couldn’t have been worse. He had athlete’s foot, his relationship with Stacy was ending, his roommates (and thus the entire university) had discovered his fear of babies, and now everyone in town knew he was a single baby hater with foot fungi. His life was clearly ending.FFM Day 31- Ghost hunter9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Oh, he was a football legend, alright.
His phone rang. For some reason, Jeremy’s sleep deprived brain told him the groceries would levitate while he fished for his phone. Jeremy dropped the groceries on the floor, carrots and celery mixing with a pool of milk.
Flabbergasted by this clear betrayal, he stared at his groceries as they bled to death on his floor. Jeremy turned his face up to heaven and asked forgiveness from whatever deity he’d pissed off.
When he looked back down, he noticed the fridge now had magnets, which he’d expressly forbidden in this household. They currently spelled, “haha, yur famos.”
“My roomates are life en