Modern Days "Aish. Why am I even here?" she sighed as she returned the cleaning supplies in their proper place in the cabinet. "These people ... I suppose it's the nature of the cycle, after all."Modern Days18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"Chels, have you finished yet? The master bedroom on the second floor needs to be tidied up!" she heard her supervisor call from the hallway.
Why do I still do this?
Because there's nothing else to do, she answered her own question with a roll of her eyes.
These were the days of satellites and DNA testing and all manner of sophisticated technology, especially some experimental and not available to regular citizens and organizations. These were the days when eyes were everywhere, and it wasn't always obvious, even with her talents.
These days, even if she managed to stop a war, there were hundreds of thousands to millions of other confl
Until dawn fanfiction true endHe stood against the cement wall his hands in his pocket avoiding contact with the man and woman before him, a microphone was placed before his chest so the camera could hear him but not reveal the mic.Until dawn fanfiction true end19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“And rolling!” a man called out as Josh stared at the blinking red light.
“Somethings wrong,” Josh mumbled.
“What is it now Joshua?”
They exchanged a confused look and proceeded to question him.
“What about it?” the woman replied.
“It’s bright,” he lied.
It bothered him because it reminded him of the thousands of cameras he placed around the cabin he flash backed to him in the control room pushing buttons pulling levers terrorizing the 2 people he loved the most. He watched Sam in the chair passed out because of him, he saw Chris holding Ashley when they came across the dolls he had setup he simply smiled to himself he was tormenting the person whom he thought of as a brother an
Open InvitationThe same path every night, sighing with the secrets passed between branches overhead. The moon stole behind them as a lurking stranger, studying her steps, and she turned her gaze to it whenever it was too brazen in shining through the gaps. As bright as monochrome sunlight, swelling to contain all that it rained down on the earth. It had driven stars and clouds from its company, searing a silver halo around its rest, a jewel set in the centre of the sky.Open Invitation1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
When she lingered motionless, at least. As soon as she resumed those steps, it seemed to slip into motion as well, lurking beyond the rustle of leaves like a thief with no sense of subtlety. Perhaps her glances its way weren't admiration – watchfulness, instead, reminding it that she could see everything it might be plotting to do.
The thought tugged at her lips in its strangeness, its whimsy exaggerated in the presence of whispering trees and bobbing flowers. Everything seemed bigger there, given more space to grow in the shado
Entry #54: VolleyballI seriously hate volleyball, it is the worst. It hurts my arms, and coach says I can’t use my tentacles. I’m pretty bad at it too, so no one wants me on their team. Aizen does, but that’s because we’re friends. There are some other students who suck too, but they all have more friends than me. So they’ll get a team of friends, who don’t care if they suck. I’ll have to try to ignore the pain, and get better at this stupid game. Coach says he won’t dock points if we play bad, so it doesn’t really matter... does it?Entry #54: Volleyball5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
first steps It had been a long time.first steps15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
She felt a little out of sorts, the way the energy pulsed around her, almost uncertain. Quivering and hesitant enough to be noticed, and she had to take deep breaths, reminding herself, it, the universe, she wasn't human. She'd been asleep for too long, a dragon as a sheep. Even when she'd been sleeping, resting, it was still there. But this modern world-she'd buried herself in it, let it consume her and wrap around her and slither into her being until if she didn't know, she wouldn't. All those years, and she'd only almost slipped up twice. Enough to surprise even herself, so deeply she'd been immersed. If anyone had caught her-they would have sent her to be evaluated.
Not her second skin, but her real skin. Her. All of it. Alive, it sang. Here. This. Now. You are you.