The Hungry GiantessThe giant woman smirked down at her prey--the little human was blissfully unaware of her presence. She’d seen him wander off from his group of friends, and decided that it was a prime time to go hunting for a little late-night snack.The Hungry Giantess11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A low, rumbling growl emitted from her bare belly, and she hastily brought a hand up to her stomach in an attempt to soothe it.
Shut up, she thought agitatedly. If you keep on making noises, he’ll notice!
It seemed that her stomach understood, and decided to only rumble noiselessly against her palm while it desperately tried to digest itself.
Ever since the warfare had been waged against her kind, she’d been finding less and less humans. Now, she had never exactly been a big fan of eating humans, and had preferred to eat different types of meat, such as deer and other creatures. But the humans had deemed the giants a threat, and had started to engage warfare against them. Ever since it started, she had been finding less and less of her no
Shh...QuietThere is a quiet that can be found at the heart of all things. It is the kind of quiet you find when you have been alone for a while. Perhaps you are staring off into the distance at something that caught your eye, or at a particularly breath taking piece of art, lost in your own thoughts. It’s in the feeling of a loved one’s hand in your own keeping you grounded to earth. It is the kind of quiet that only comes when you feel alone. It’s not that it disdains the company of others, but something about chaos and empty words rebuff it. It does not leave all at once, but slowly so that you might not miss it or even remember that it was there. But when it returns, and it always will, you cannot help but greet it like an old friend. It is the kind of quiet that makes you feel powerful. If you were to reach out your arms, the wind would receive you and you would fly. You are not bound to this world of aches and fears. But it is not to be, for there are some things that are,Shh...Quiet8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Shades of Grey100 Theme Challenge Mix-UpShades of Grey18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
#34: Shades Of Grey
Once the flesh around my gifted eye had healed...I resolved to never look into a mirror. I didn't want to see my face, now marred with a scar that felt tight when I shut my eyelid. Even brushing my fingers over it made me shiver – I didn't want to see what I had become.
It felt like I had lost more than my eye. Like...part of me had died. A kind of innocence. Never before had I been so badly hurt. For the first time, the illusion of my childhood invincibility was shattered. I had known pain beyond pain, and felt the panic of hearing that my eye was gone.
The most disconcerting part, however...had to be how scared Arvanitis had looked. The ice of his eyes had seemed to crack with terror when he beheld my marred feature. No longer was I his little doll, perfect and undamaged. Now I looked like a pirate ought – scarred both in flesh, and in spirit. His role of protector had been usurped.
I had become
Isodria's PainI can still recall the pain as my mother's head flew into the bushes, claw marks marring her features. And I remember as a hand reached out to help me stand on my trembling legs after they ran the murderer away. The sadness and pity in their eyes as they forced me away from the body I was trying to reach. My mother, protected me and died.Isodria's Pain21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And later when Alice protected me and was killed. And again, years later, when Shadow was killed protecting me.
Well now it's my turn to protect those I love. As I prepare for battle, I grimly smile.
Strays Pokemon 'Beginnings part 2'Strays Pokemon 'Beginnings part 2'....of 3...really 3Strays Pokemon 'Beginnings part 2'3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Ace, Spade, Double! We did it! That’s number two!” A young thirteen year old body cheered exiting the York Town Contest Hall, his brown hair was a mess and the black and white face paint he wore was starting to run due to sweating.
He had a black cape dropped across his shoulders; a purple blob like creature bounced and crawled on his shoulders. Two fox like creatures playfully nipping at his ankles. One bright yellow with tuffs of red fur around his ears, the other nearly all black.
“Just a few more guys and we’ll be at the top peek a performer can get!” that got a cheer out of his mons. But as fast as his cheer came it soon dissipated as a large meaty hand gripped his shoulder and spun him around.
“Well it’s the little fruit that won the little sissy tournament!” A massive biker sneered down at the young thirteen year old, who quickly put h
Endless Fazbear Frights (Open FNAF3 RP)You are a male/female living in the present time of 2015, the year in which stories and rumors of a certain haunted pizzaria and what went on there are starting to get popular. Whether you were one of the ones who liked them, hated them, or just didn't care... you were involved in some way...Endless Fazbear Frights (Open FNAF3 RP)3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A) You are a new "Security Guard" working at an amusement park where a new attraction called "Fazbear's Frights" just opened up and you play as a Security Guard who pretends that the people coming into this Haunted House-like attraction are the animatronics.
B) You are a young child who only heard about the wonderful good adventures of Freddy Fazbear and the gang and without knowing of the true horror, wants to have anything related to Freddy Fazbear or the like.
C) You are a regular teenager who is single and doesn't have many friends. For some reason, you are interested in the stories and try to look up anything on the internet that involves the haunted place. You happen to come across a rolepla
A second chanceAnguished screams and wails echoed in his ears as he raced towards the inn, icy rain lashed against his face but it had long since gone numb. Why wouldn't they leave him alone? Throwing a desperate glance over his shoulder he saw them, “I can’t help you, leave me alone!” Something caught his leg and he crashed into the frigid mud. He rolled over thrashing with his free leg desperately trying to dislodge whatever had caught him. He froze, a young girl wrapped in chains stared at him with empty eyes before crying out, “End my torment I’m begging you!” He wrenched his foot out of her grasp, as he did she dissolved into the mud beneath her. He scrambled to his feet and burst through the door of the inn. A young boy stood before an altar in the middle of the room, dark mist seeping out of his robes. He rushed toward the altar as the boy turned to face him, “You’re too late, her soul is lost and you do not have the strength to reclaim it. WithA second chance3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This