Untitled (unfinished)"Is there some kind of reason this turned into an 'event'?" Samson grumbled from his place on the bed, glaring daggers at the wall opposite to him while the Warden Healers began their spells.Untitled (unfinished)1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Considering the nature of the event, you can't blame us for being prepared." Cullen huffed, earning a quick glare in his direction.
"That would explain a few guards, Rutherford, not an audience crammed into my room."
"A room -we- gave you.. Begrudgingly.." Cullen added on a mutter, gaining a look from Electra at his side, this time. Her expression was somewhere between apology and scolding. It seemed enough, however, to keep him from pressing the matter further. His somewhat more defeated demeanor spoke that he'd already had and lost several arguments on the matter.
The room was crowded, to say the least. Not that it was all that spacey to begin with. Of course the Inquisition wouldn't put up one of their greatest former enemies and otherwise would-be prisoners in anything too generous or e
FFM 2015, July 1 - FantasyPunkThe daily rain poured down in the dark, beating even the worn cobblestones of Old Town into submission. The townsfolk still called it rain. Maybe that made them feel better about it. In truth it was the effluvia of High Town: their offal mixed with the run-off from the condensate forming over the anti-gravity crystals, that they released once a day onto Old Town. An apt analogy for the relationship between the two.FFM 2015, July 1 - FantasyPunk9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The High Inquisitor fiddled with his knife.
“Tell me again what your group is called.” His voice was silky smooth, like his garb. All High Town fashion, magically infused to withstand rain, sword stabs and fireballs in equal measure. More expensive than the entire boarding house they were in.
Nine glanced at the door. Locked. But, it was a shoddy door.
“Never said anything about it being ‘my’ group, gov.” Nine answered, shifting his weight on the worn-out sofa. Everything was worn out down here. Old, filthy, in the shadow. But things could
RVA: The Parable of the GlassblowerOnce there was a Commoner vixen, a glassblower by trade. Working by her furnace, she blew into a steel tube, creating exquisite glass globes that she shaped into bowls, wine glasses, lenses for both eyeglasses and scopes for examining the worlds in the sky and in a drop of water. The countess she served praised her for her skill, heaping reward upon reward, and the Glassblower wanted for nothing. Though in truth she wanted little at all, being totally devoted to her art.RVA: The Parable of the Glassblower1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In time, the Glassblower took on an apprentice, whom she drove mercilessly, even as she imparted every skill she'd ever learned upon him. But though the apprentice was gifted, she thought him lazy, for he was never by the glass forge as much as she.
“Where do you go for hours at a time?” the Glassblower raged. “Late to the forge in the morning. Leaving before the sun has set. What is there for you besides the glass?”
“My wife is warm and I loathe to leave our bed,” the apprentice rep
The Gilded SwanOnce upon a time, there lived a king in a marble tower. Around the tower there lay a city, and around the city there lay a wilderness, which the king tended as though it were a garden. No beasts stalked its hills, and no brigands lurked beside its roads, though the king’s domain stretched on for many miles and the members of his watch were few.The Gilded Swan19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One evening, a sorcerer passing through these wild lands stopped to seek shelter in the tower. In exchange for a meal and a night’s rest, the sorcerer offered the king an enchanted rose: one that would never wither, and would never lose its scent.
But the king had many roses. Beyond the walls of his city, they sprang from the ground like wheat, and his tower was never without them. It was customary for his subjects to leave roses as gifts, the king explained, but surely a powerful sorcerer—a noble visitor from a foreign land—could afford to leave a more substantial offering?
Training the TroopsJaysen looks over the troops he is training. At that moment, they are just a rag tag group of fighters that had no clue how to work together as a unit. He plans on fixing that scenario. His eyes sweep the newly assembled warriors before him. They watch him as well. Most of them after arguing with him, then challenging their new leader had found themselves beaten.Training the Troops15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They of course had no clue they where being trained by a god. Nor where they aware that the man they where serving was a god either. Not that this being changed his sex quite frequently on people. Or the way he or she might look as well.
Jaysen's beloved enjoyed annoying and shocking people by changing the form he was taking from time to time. What was amusing to Jaysen was that all forms where comfortable to him. There was not a form yet that Morrgahn wore that she or he had not enjoyed.
Jaysen projected his voice. “Form up!”
The troops move quickly. They where getting better at forming into the groups; that they
AboveChirp’s earliest memory was of a narrow ribbon of bright blue, and of warm light bleaching craggy red stone rose-gold. She didn’t know how old she was at the time, nor could she recall who or what had brought her out into the Uppers; all she remembered was looking even higher, and seeing the Above.Above4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She knew, even then, that she had to go there. Why else would she have been born with wings?
The Clan did not agree.
You are here, some said. Make the best of it. It is too far, and too strange. The journey is impossible; the canyon walls too sheer. Here, take a basket and help us gather food; it is necessary to live. Above is not.
Chirp flapped her fledgling wings, stirring up dust from the cavern floors. She worked and gathered, but she could not stop her gaze from turning upwards, searching for blue and rosy gold. She grew, and so did her wings, wings she tried to care for and strengthen though she didn’t know how.
Sometimes, when she was alone and could fi
FFM 2015: Day 1 - And to Each a New BeginningMephisto licked his lips and surveyed the landscape before him with a reddened smile.FFM 2015: Day 1 - And to Each a New Beginning11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Night; or what passed for it in this place, was falling, and had brought with it its queer gatherings of stationary stars that marked the lowered sky, constant and un-flickering, and burning with brazen amber light. He could practically taste it on the air - an ending, and within it, the kernel of something more. A new beginning perhaps? Though really it was still far too early to say. What was that saying again about best laid plans?
The others would come for him soon, and he knew there would be no outrunning them this time. His transgressions were too many; or too few, depending on whose side you were on, and neither those above nor below were inclined to permit his meddling any longer.
Looking down at the soul he held cupped between his rough hands, he could not help but feel afraid for it. The world was big and full of terrors, and it was such a small thing yet. But then we seldom get to choose wh
FFM Day 1: Ratted OutJof was a thief. A clever young man he was, but a thief nonetheless. The rumors about a special apothecary in the next kingdom over had spread far enough to reach his ears and he was eager to see for himself what was hidden behind the counter. The young thief, however, did not believe in the rumor about the apothecary's owner secretly being a witch and suspected that her "miracle medicines" were the result of a well-educated mind. Thus, he believed that whatever was being concocted in that apothecary could be quite valuable to the right buyer.FFM Day 1: Ratted Out11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The village bell tower had finished chiming nine times when Jof began his heist. The streets were dark, so no one would see the young thief enter in through the small attic window. The attic was mostly barren, with only a few wooden crates and a leather-skin cot to the left of the window. Jof stood still for a minute to let his eyes adjust to the darkness around him before he silently crept towards the lower fl
FFM Day 1: Mirrors She no longer bled tears when staring at her reflection. After all, hatred hardened the heart.FFM Day 1: Mirrors10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Arthritic hands caressed the mirror, seeking out weak souls.
Many years ago, her sister delivered the mirror to mock her. And yet, the mirror had proven to be very useful evading death. Much like trees, mirrors communicated to each other. Mirrors whispered secrets, sharing happenings taking place in countless realms and other realities.
Latisse was born with potent magic, which had a way of corrupting the mind, soul and, finally, the body. Mirrors transported the young and beautiful right to the witch.
An image of a girl shifted to the surface of cerulean shards.
~ FFM 1. The Black Queen ~Straight-backed, but with the slightest droop to her shoulders, Adonna sat in one of the twin chairs facing each other in the long room. A fire crackled in the pit on the far side of the room, its warmth hardly reaching her - it did nothing to chase away the chill in her bones. She idly spun the ruby in its band of silver around her finger, the only reminder she had aside from her memories of the girl who had used to sit across from her. The room felt empty without her. The ghost of her laugh, her smile, filled the space, filled Adonna's hollow bones and made them heavy. Her shoulders drooped further and she choked back a sob.~ FFM 1. The Black Queen ~7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"She used to sit here," she told the room. "We laughed like children. This was her favourite spot, of all places." She laughed, closing her eyes and smiling. "She said all our dreams could come true in this room, and they did. We did not even want the chairs here. Just the fire and each other. It was perfect." When Adonna opened her eyes, she imagined for a momen
A World of All HeroesA world of all heroes, no villains.A World of All Heroes12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We all thought it was a brilliant idea, at first. Just imagine it: people would help old ladies cross streets, building fires would happen less frequently, the number of crimes would certainly go down. So we did it. We set up legislation that it would be illegal to be a villain. The only problem was that the UN made it illegal across the entire world. And because we couldn’t have villains walking around even if they weren’t harming anyone, we’d have to do something.
First they started putting them in jail. That was okay, until they all started filling up the jails. And then when there wasn’t any more room in a jail, they all banned together and escaped. Many of them had destroyed the whole jails’ infrastructures. The police couldn’t hold them off because they overpowered them. Then chaos struck out, far worse than before.
The heroes knew they had to act fast. My friends, family, everyone blessed as being a hero kne
The Sun Falls: Chapter notesPart 2The Sun Falls: Chapter notes13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
--The chapter title, "Red sky at morning," is a reference to the old saying "Red sky at morning, sailors take morning."
--Captain Polaris is my own OC, first appearing in the previous story, The Blue Moon Brings Death.
--Silent Knight is the OC of my friend Anzel, the star of the series Memories of a Royal Guard, used with his permission.
--While it worked here because there was only one gun, the trick of counting the number of shots to determine how many bullets the shooter has left probably would not work in real life.
--A raven...sound familiar?
--"The sun'll come out tomorrow: it's only a day away!": words taken from the lyrics of the song Tomorrow from the musical Annie.
Flash Fiction Month--July 1st“Finally, I’ve found you,” the man muttered, smiling broadly. He held up the oil lamp to the outside light streaming in from the cave’s entrance, displaying the dust that had settled there for decades.Flash Fiction Month--July 1st5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The man slowly reached forward and rubbed the lamp gently, brushing off grime and dirt to reveal the shiny brass of it. The lamp began to vibrate softly, slowly growing in strength until a black smoke spewed from its tip and collected on the cave’s stone floor. The puddle grew larger until the smoke stopped pouring out. It rearranged itself into a vaguely humanoid shape before dissipating, revealing a man standing there with arms crossed and a faintly annoyed expression.
“Yes, yes, hello, I am the great genie Tom. As my summoner, you are granted three wishes of your choosing. The only illegal wishes since the Cheater Cheater Pumpkin Eater act of ‘31 are asking for more wishes than the original amount allotted, destroying this or another planet an
To Make Whole“There's an Akhen-Set waiting for you in your office, professor,” Jenny said. My secretary seemed a bit pale, but I didn't think much of it at the time. The lack of an appointment didn't bother me. That happens pretty often. But it's rarely a walking corpse.To Make Whole5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I walked into my office, the mummified corpse stood. Wrapped in crumbling bandages, he pulled one down from around his face to reveal a brown, dry-rotted jaw. “Professor Mills, I believe you have something of mine.” His lips, too desiccated to move, twitched slightly but didn't match up with the articulate words I heard from him.
My own jaw was slack. “Ah,” I mumbled.
“The Egyptology exhibit,” he said, pointing with a withered hand out the window, “houses one of my toes.”
“Yes,” I said. “The Olson expedition briefly encountered a sealed tomb, but couldn't reach the funeral chamber due to a collapse of the Ptolemaic hinge, and all that could be retrie
AoH - Drabble - Tactical Discussion“The skirt is short on purpose.”AoH - Drabble - Tactical Discussion19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I do not understand why. It looks uncomfortable and seems to restrict movement. Did you not say how one dresses should be tailored to be efficient for ease of movement as well as protection? With this much skin exposed and such limited mobility you seem to stand little chance of avoiding injury by either yourself or an attack."
"All true. But as I explained when we were to venture to the village some cycles back proper clothing can serve the purpose of camouflage and misdirection without the use of Eden. Despite your discomfort concerning covering you feet."
"So that the viewers eyes pass over and do not linger, and despite being seen it is as if you are invisible. Yes, I remember."
"So do not ask me why the skirt is short. Only know it is important it is short because that is recognized and less likely to garner a second look. If anything I can only guess that the exposure of skin is the reason for drawing attention."
"I do recall fuss ove
Breath"June? Juniper!" I could hear Reko's voice above me.Breath3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I tried sitting up. But it was so hard! I screamed with pain, blinking the tears out of my eyes. Wait tears? I was crying? I didn’t even have enough strength to notice. All I could think of was the burning pain in my chest.
"Don’t—“ Reko said forcing me back onto the cold floor. Great—this felt a whole lot better. “You’re going to be okay. Just rest.”
“Reko, we both know that’s a lie. It won’t make either one of us feel better. Lying. Can’t fool—" I groaned. “I can’t hold out much longer than this. You need to take my power.”
“No! You’ll be just fine.” Reko assured. He was trying so hard to believe that lie.
“Reko—Breathe in the light. Take my Haela. The Haela—it will help you, regardless of what you think. It will let you see your true power." I mumbled, my voice slowly growing to a whisper as it stoppe
ThoughtsNicolas looks up from his book to stare at his beloved Morrgahn. The others are all out doing their own things. Fenris is doing what ever the great wolf does. Nicolas figured he was out eating people who had annoyed Morrgahn. Jaysen was training troops. Arielien was taking care of her kingdom. Perseus, her younger brother, was taking care of his own kingdom. Magus was working in his lab on new magics. Edward was training with the other elemental mages.Thoughts16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Nicolas was amused by how many people his beloved was married or hand-fasted to. He could feel himself smiling.
“I take it I am your pillow.” Morrgahn's amused voice asked him. Nicolas' beloved was currently in male form at the moment, and wearing his kilt.
“Always.” Nicolas smiles cheekily. “I like studying while you are working.”
“The work never ends.” Morrgahn sighs deeply. “I do not understand why mortals think that being a god is any easier then being a mortal.”
The Sun Falls: Part 8Part 8: Nothing to FearThe Sun Falls: Part 813 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Princess Celestia, while shaken and weakened from her ordeal, was unhurt and still sane. The city of Canterlot, along with the rest of Equestria, was relieved and overjoyed to have their Princess back.
That same day, a delayed Summer Sun Celebration was held in the Palace. Ponies from all over town gathered in the grand ballroom, cheerfully chatting as they looked forward to the rest of the year to come. Nowhere was there to be seen any sign of fear or despair or sadness.
"Twilight, please, I'm fine," Celestia said with a smile, sitting near the front of the room with Luna, Twilight, Flash and Polaris. She was wearing a bright deep purple dress with her cutie mark displayed on her sides and on a medallion over her chest. The ensemble did an excellent job covering her bandages.
"Are you sure?" Twilight asked, brow knitted in concern. "You were just--"
"I was scared," Celestia said, somewhat gravely, her face falling slightly. "Terrified, in fact."