FFM31 - Why Not?I had been summoned to the amorphous terminus for my most important task yet. I arrived in an ethanol-fuelled vehicle driven by an ethanol-fuelled barbarian, a dauntless man with a twinkle in his eye as flabbergasted pedestrians had to practically reverse-defenestrate themselves to get out of his way. At the end of the ride, a moment of judgement as I beheld his codpiece, a facetious remark on its size remained on my tongue.FFM31 - Why Not?19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Please, how was my driving?” he asked, an expectant look on all of his dirty faces.
“Excelsior!” I replied dryly, more in regard to the fact that I was still alive. The chaotic ride was a means to an end, but the uprooted pedestrians and shop owners with broken windrows unlikely had thoughts of forgiveness.
On my search for an eldritch legend I sought the personification of what was once called Google, a pulchritudinous skank of a librarian. With a roll of her eyes and a sigh of ennui to demonstrate the elemental nature of my task, sh
Dismal Musings for August.Dismal Musings for August.1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hoooooooo nelly! What a DAY.
So, it started with Beta finding me and a few others catatonic in a place called the 'Dance Hall' on the cairn. I wanted to investigate it, but the stargazer with us said. "I've been here before, there's nothing." I disagree. Obviously something is, because we keep getting tossed here.
Go now, they're in a fight, it's the cub's rite of passage. Say what? Holleeeee cowness. So it'll have to wait, along with my usual Tarot reading. We go to give backup. Halfway there, we're told someone's dumped thirteen bodies right outside our cairn. One of them had worm taint on it. First the silver fangs say they'll take care of it, but don't, then Walks and another go to take care of it. We're still en route to the cub.
Fenrir is told, via his pack link, 'make a distraction' ...on a building, that has a presence in the Umbra. That right there set off my spiritual hackles. I shared my thoughts, and we stepped back into the Telurium. We
Existentialism [Pangur]The steady breathing of his tribemates provides a soothing background to Pangur's thoughts. A filter of white noise that ebbs and flows, hardly changing even with the occasional rustle of movement or quiet mumble. Somewhere behind him, the sound of Kato's snoring rises, riding the tail end of a raspy purr. He snores often, but never for long, and sure enough, a few minutes later he quiets back into steady breathing.Existentialism [Pangur]17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Rose is not asleep. It's taken him all the seasons they've shared a nest to pick up on her habits, but now Pangur can feel the rise and fall of her flank where it brushes against his and know if she is awake or not. Right now, she must be staring at the wall with her eyes open, because her inhales are shallow but steady, and her exhales are interspersed with muted sighs.
He shifts closer, the sound of dragging moss blending in with the background noise of sleeping soldiers, and takes advantage of the drowsy darkness to curl much closer than she would ordinarily
Character Profile: Robin of the HoodRobin of the HoodCharacter Profile: Robin of the Hood1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Birthplace: Los Angeles, California
Birth name: Don't ask if you value your life
Robin was more than a bit of a street urchin growing up. Raised by hardcore gangster parents, she spent most of her time on the street not participatingin the life, but trying mostly to avoid it. Despite this, she got caught in more than a few scuffles and gang wars, and has the bullet wounds to show for it. She lost use of her legs in a drive-by attempt on her parents at age 16, which proved a blessing in disguise, as it actually opened up an opportunity to get as far away from the life as possible - the gang wasn't interested in having a cripple on the crew. Her disabiltiy and good grades helped her get a scholarship to USC, and Robin decided to go into the criminal justice field, although a few issues stemming from her background ended those efforts after a few years when the administration decided, depsite obvious issue with the notion, t
Whisper in the Whitetail Woods: Part 3Part 3: It's Not RealWhisper in the Whitetail Woods: Part 37 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Shivering with every step, Fluttershy slowly traversed the woods, her eyes darting around continuously as she searched for any sign of danger. A raven screeched above her, causing her to gasp in fright, hugging the ground in terror.
"It's just a bird, Fluttershy," she told herself, slowly rising once she realized that nothing was coming out to get her. "Come on, be brave. You just have to find your friends...out here...in the dark woods...alone..."
Her little pep talk was interrupted with a gasp when she rounded a tree and saw something up ahead. Something with a dark body, long, thin legs and a featureless head. It was bending low over the ground in front of a large maple tree, as if examining something on the ground.
Intrigued and confused, thinking that perhaps the fog was playing tricks with her eyes, Fluttershy cautiously crept forward, quietly as possible. She squinted, trying to discern the shape more clearly. It didn't move as it approached, oblivious to h
Tiny MonarchIn the dark rose the goddess, a nameless siren from the infinite bounds of the abyss.Tiny Monarch14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her skin was stone, her eyes glistening amethysts.
Petrified wings folded against her curvatures, like a mantle upon a maiden.
The gleaming light in her eyes reflected none but the face of one lord, a king to dominate all sins, all agonies, all darkness.
A proud monarch with a silvery-gold crown, marking him from the masses of skulking figures in the dark.
Every man has a name, a totem, a talisman to remind them of what sets them apart.
His was the behemoth, and like the valiant beast he strode into the eyes of the abysmal goddess.
There was a love between the two, a love so deep that no prison could compare.
Chains of the heart became the walls of their monoliths, their palaces, their castles.
The goddess was made Queen to her great King.
Yet as the years went by, the twilit realm of the Queen and King grew into a soft silence, into an ominous peace.
The tides of darkness rolled in and out, but still