twin flamesI dream of us, and the dream hurts with an almost-pain, one that can barely be recalled. It’s like blindly running a fingertip over a forearm dappled with bruises, and hitting a sharp spot here and there.twin flames21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The dream is a red and smoky room. It’s the smell of wet suede and lipstick over toothpaste. Girls dance slowly as though their limbs are drifting in thick syrup, and we watch them but only see each other. There is a mirror behind our heads, and icy drinking glasses on the table in front with whole glacé cherries on the stems. Candied maraschino. We pluck them free with our puckered lips and the fruits burst full of liquor, burning the edges of our tongues.
Our tongues are two halves of a mahogany bascule bridge, and we must join them together for safety, but now the fire claws its fingers up into our mouths, dragging its raging body with determination behind it.
The burning bridge twists like a mirage and disappears into a tunnel, darker than the static pupil of
A haunted pastchapter one: a enemy from the past.A haunted past21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the year was 1979 and adam ryan lived a good life in dublin ireland together with his wife and two sons. his wife alexandra worked as a nurse on dublin's hospital, thier oldest son henry was becoming a lawyer and thier youngest son leo was on top of his boxing career. he was know as the irish knockout, he loved boxing but adam did not really like the whole idea of his. but in the end he is very proud of them, he is very happy to have a family of his own since he lost his sister and parents during ww2.
today alexandra was about travel back to north ireland to pay a visit to her aunt gabriella jackson. adam dive her to the train station and make sure that she could take the rigth train.
- do you have evrything with you dear?
- yes adam i got all i need.
- good, have a safe journy than and say hi to gabriella from me.
- i will and will you and they boys behave?
- of couse we will alexandra, no need to be worried.
- okay, well goodbye.
Needing GodHe kicked the door open, blowing it clean off his hinges. The bell jangled madly. Behind the counter, the bartender simply raised an eyebrow at his sudden dramatic entrance, and then stared pointedly at the door on the floor.Needing God15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He sighed. “Does nothing faze you, my dear?”
"You’ve done this far too many times for me to be fazed by it," Chris replied, smiling at him as he lifted the door from the floor and put it back in its place. "A Black and Tan as always, I presume?"
"That’s right." He took a seat at the counter, put his hands in his head, and sighed deeply.
"Is something the matter?"
He laced the fingers of his hands together and propped his chin, and after a while asked her seriously, “Have you seen Jesus lately?”
She stared at him, nearly overfilling the glass with Guinness before he pointed it out. She hurriedly turned off the tap and put the glass down on the counter. “Why in the world would you ask about Jesus?” she said incredulous
ReflectionThe waning crescent moons are just sinking towards the western horizon when Kirowend blinks away in an empty den, and shuffles her way outside on the sleepy, confused quest of someone who has just woken up to something they can't compute and is looking for an answer. She finds her den-mate sitting out by entrance, shoulders hunched against the cold, staring pensively out past the valley. She doesn't look up when Kiro joins her, or move, or make any sort of indication that she's noticed the arrival of another sabati, but nor does she jump when her beta sits down and presses against her side.Reflection3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Mild night," the brindle remarks, conversationally. She's squinting out into the distance as well, trying to follow Sin's gaze. "For winter." And it is, comparatively speaking. The skies are clear, but it's not windy. The air is chilly enough that their breath clouds out on exhales, but it's not bitterly cold, and it's clear enough for Kiro to smell the distant conifers beyond the sharpness o
A visit to the parkhelp meA visit to the park22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His brain shudders even as he smiles, pushes the hair out of his eyes, looks down- just for a moment- and then back at her again. Why him? Why should he be given the gift of such attention? He wipes his hands on his pant legs, his hands are cold, clammy, they feel so awkward, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with them. The tiny, beautiful woman beams up at him with the relaxed confidence that comes from knowing she has this effect on others. Her iridescent wings are folded, legs crossed provocatively, toe making lazy circles in the air as she sits atop an overturned shot glass on the bar. She’s like nothing he’s ever seen, although after his first visit to Reverie less than a week prior he’s starting to sound like a broken record in his own head saying that. Her hair is a warm blue, like the summer sky, braided straight down her back. She’s wearing a tiny designer denim jacket over a simple blouse and a flowing s
A Dream of PieYou are having a delicious dream- a dream of a planet made entirely of pie. Apple pie. You wade through warm filling to your breastbone, the smell of juicy apples, cinnamon and vanilla drifting to your nose. Your massive belly parts the filling as you walk, pushing aside lumps of buttery, flaky crust in the shapes of fruit and leaves.A Dream of Pie8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
All you want to do is bend your head and eat. But once you started, you know you'd never stop until the entire planet was gone. So, despite the growing hunger in your massive belly, You pushed onwards, looking for… something else.
With each step, your hunger grew, pulling on you, nagging at you, until it was like a black hole deep in your belly, a gnawing ache deep within that demanded to be filled.
Then you heard a sound- falling liquid. You bend your steps towards it, arms wrapped around your belly, sagging from lack of food. The smell of the pie grows thicker, mixed with… you sniff the air, your belly's growling like the sound of an animal
The Face in the Darkness part 2Part 2: WitnessThe Face in the Darkness part 211 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was the next day, and a fresh snowfall combined with relatively clear skies sent ponies across town outside for an afternoon spent playing in the snow.
Scootaloo and Zipline had been sent outside by Rain Breeze--after she made sure that they both had their scarves, hats, earmuffs and boots and that they fit snugly. "You deserve to spend some time alone with her, just father and daughter," she had said to her husband. "Besides," she added, slowly drawing her tail across his face, "We'll have some time to ourselves tomorrow when she's at school."
So after an hour of making snowponies and snow angels and romping through the snow, the two lay on their backs, laughing happily.
"So how's your flying coming?" Zipline asked Scootaloo.
"I'm doing better," Scootaloo replied. "I hovered for almost ten seconds last week!"
"That's great!" Zipline said. With a laugh, he grabbed Scootaloo and tossed her into the air. The little filly's wings buzzed, ho
Party100 Theme Challenge Mix-UpParty1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Though it took time to convince him, Father eventually allowed me to arrange parties and gatherings to help bring our communities together. The rich and noble of our races would put aside their differences, pooling their resources and raising funds for the various avenues of our world that required attention. It was not easy, at first. Pride was an obstinate obstacle, and bridging the gaps between races that – in some cases – had been at war with one another for almost as long as they had waged against humans, was like urging water and oil to mix.
But that was where I came in.
I inherited my charm from my father, gaining a quick aptitude for politics and a silver tongue nearly as gilded as his own. Pulling strings and arranging favors, I quickly began to sew shut the wounds of past wrongs, urging coexistence through the lavish dinners and dances we often hosted in our own home. All I wanted was peace and frien
TrappedAt this point I couldn't even hear their screaming at each other. I couldn't hear the angry, snarky remarks, or the hateful snapping and snarling of my two best friends personalities grating on each other. Both are so differently the same they always fight. But it had never been this bad. So bad I couldn't look at ether. It was like they were cutting out my heart with dull weapons. I was in the middle. They were so angry, the contention and hate so high I couldn't be around them both without feeling like I was drowning in it all. I retreated. I went to my room, slid under my sheets and cried. Softly...Softly... Not loud enough to draw attention from my baby sister. I bit my fist to stop the screams rising in my throat. I curled tighter and tighter in a ball. Begging for it to stop, for all of it to just stop. The door opened, I struggled to make even my softly pitched whines silent. She didn't noticed, the contention poured in from all sides. I could feel its slimy black hands grabbingTrapped6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
NeverendingThe first time it happened, I'd left home to start a new life. I was eighteen and on my way to the city by the sea, where I'd study craftsmanship under a master and eventually return home a master craftsman. I thought everything that had happened was a dream then.Neverending15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He thinks it's just a dream. It's not. It's real. I've been trying to tell him that thirty times already, but I'm not going to this time. I'll keep quiet, and I'll see what happens next.
The second time it happened, I met her. The girl with short gray hair, braided on one side, her red coat loose around her shoulders, her eyes bright and crimson and somehow so strangely familiar. She knew me, she said, and she told me it wasn't a dream. I didn't believe her. I didn't believe a word she said. I'd never met her before in my life, but before I fell asleep that night I had a nagging feeling that I had her name at the tip of my tongue and it disappeared without a trace when I rose with the morning dawn.
A haunted pastchapter two: revenge never restA haunted past1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
alexandra could not understand why this man had take her to this old factory. she wonder what he wanted and what would happend to her. then the man showed up, he had dark blue eyes, platium blond hair and a deep scar on his face. she could see that he had the nazi cross so she understod that he was a nazi. he just smiled at her, a sick and twisted smile.
- why have taken me here??
- revenge my lady, pure revenge.
- revenge?? for what??!
- for my younger brother's death!
the man told her that his younger brother was a general during ww2 but he got killed by adam in the end and ever since than he have looking for adam for the final kill. he said that his name was rudolph and brother was named herman.
- you think you can kill him? don't be foolish, adam can take you out!
- i count that he will put up a good figth.
- you will not see your next sunrise!
- we'll see about that. i do know that you two have two sons...
alexandra stoped talking, thinking of
And A NightmareYou are in a dark forest, your vast, bloated bulk barely able to fit through the spaces between the trees. Your belly grumbles hungrily as you totter forward, seeking the source of the siren song of the rich, meaty scent that calls to you. Hungrily, you bull your way forward, coming at last to a cliff that overlooks a lake of beef stew, hot and savory, full of meaty chunks of beef, hunks of potato and cubes of savory carrot, spiced here and there with pearl onions and bits of herb floating in the dark brown sauce.And A Nightmare7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You pause, overlooking the scene, scanning for some way down from your lofty perch to the edge of this delicious looking and smelling lake, where you want to be as quickly as possible.
A sinister chortle behind you alerts you to the danger. Jester! But before you can turn or move or react in any way to the threat, you are bumped hard from behind. Your footing already uncertain, your arms windmill, looking for purchase, only to find none as you plunge over the edge of the clif