[MegaSonic] The Nordic InvasionWas there ever a body like mine?[MegaSonic] The Nordic Invasion14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The great golden god, Apollo, was not a subtle god--nor was he humble. Ever. But why should he be? Beyond being a god, which made for an excellent start, he was incredibly handsome--ungodly, you might even say. Strong, massive, well-endowed. It's a wonder he didn't just make a copy of himself to appreciate how perfect her was. Of course, this wasn't taking into account the sheer weight and bulk of his commanding presence. When, or even if he decided to acknowledge that mortals existed, they were barely bugs when compared to his enormous size and power. When he walked amongst mortals, a mountain walked. More than a mountain. And the mortals who survived his passing were certain to remember it to the days they died and beyond.
Lounging on his throne with the supreme air of absolute dominance, he threw a leering grin to no one in particular--the vast and empty throne room of his temple, nay his very world,
Prologue: Reflection----------------------------------------------Reflection-----------------------------------------------Prologue: Reflection20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It’s been four years since I’ve come back into consciousness, four years since I woke up in this cursed forest. I have no memory of what I did or was beforehand, and have a strong feeling that I don’t even want to know. I was just a pup when I realized that I even existed, that I learned which way was up, that my tail was actually a part of my body, and that I am no simple beast. The lessons came in quick succession, day after day all I knew was simply growing more and more around me, and I haven’t been able to stop it. Even then, the most simple of things, things about me, where I came from, what this place even is, I do not yet understand. It’s all just a haze, so much so that even my own name has escapes me even now.
With the knowledge of what was around me, with the curse of self-awareness came the solemn feeling. It was the realization that I was al
Melchior's AddressMelchior's Address20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Melchior looked out across the slow yet violent waves of the ocean. His boots caked in sediment remained stationary in the wet sand. The dark water lapped up against them and gradually removed the reminders of last night's struggle.
"What do you think will happen to us now?" One of the others whispered from up on the meadow. His voice wavered toward Melchior on a light wind.
Not a word came to the young man's lips. Less than an hour before, the last of the casualties had been weighted down with rope and stones and sunk into their vast, watery grave.
"There's no way we can carry on this way," another soldier hissed venemously. They were far enough away that they likely thought that their words didn't reach Melchior's sensitive ears.
Now, the great troop of men and women had been whittled down to a meager gang. More had been lost than remained.
"You're being absurd," the first demanded, raising his voice. "We must remain no matter what becomes of us."
Nemesis: Part 1Part 1: Opening MovesNemesis: Part 111 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The snow had vanished from the ground, and already the flowers were blossoming, the trees were rich with leaves and animals of all colors scurried to and fro across the ground. Spring in Ponyville made the already picturesque town look even more beautiful, and a sunny Sunday like this one called everypony outside. Especially since Ponyville Park was host to a First Day of Spring Party, hosted by Pinkie Pie.
Twilight sat beneath a particularly large oak tree, looking around the park. All around her, ponies laughed, played, and danced. Lovers walked hoof in hoof, sat on benches and kissed in the shade of trees. She sighed contently: all the ponies around her were happy and at peace, and that made her happy and at peace.
She felt something lightly touch her shoulder and glanced up to see that next to her, Flash, blushing furiously and staring up at the blue sky, was slowly extending one of wings towards her, stroking the guitar in his lap absentmindedly.
Troubling Thoughts100 Theme Challenge Mix-UpTroubling Thoughts1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
#51: Troubling Thoughts
Sitting at the counter in her mate's kitchen, Ayla had one arm laid upon it, hand grasping her mug of hot tea. The other was propped by the elbow, her forehead braced upon her palm. Eyes of ruby stared at the patterns in the granite, lost and unseeing.
Behind her and unnoticed, Ambra leaned in the bedroom doorway, arms loosely crossed as she considered the other woman. For a long while she let her brood. But eventually, she straightened her posture and entered the belly of her villa, her long robe trailing behind her. With gentle hands, she grasped her mate's shoulders, feeling their tension like a mouse caught in an owls talon's. “Please try to relax, amore...”
“How can I?” Ayla demanded, her voice tinged with sadness, anger, regret and fear. “How can I sit here and pretend that you weren't nearly executed mere hours ago? By Raven no less? I trusted him! I trus
Whistler of the West - Day 82The streets were quiet around this time of night.Whistler of the West - Day 8215 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Cold, dark, and intimidating. The old woman strolled through a particularly dark alleyway, fearful, scared of her own shadow. A young couple who lived beside her had gotten robbed on their way home. She was afraid the same might happen to her. Might as well get through here as quickly as possible. For all she knew the 'Whistler of the West' might be nearby.
A pair of stocky men walked out in front of her. They stared her down. One was holding a length of metal in his arm. The other scraped a knife against the stone brick wall beside him. She started to back away, when she felt a presence behind her. She turned and found another man, tall, built like a mountain, wearing a rough leather tunic. “Oh no.” She muttered.
The man with the knife ahead of her raised a hand. “Don't worry, madam.” He comforted her, with a thick, rustic accent. Probably a Deisian. “We mean you no harm. Simply hand over any goods you may
Nemesis chapter notesPrologueNemesis chapter notes17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
--Phillip references all his past cases in the series: The Pony in the Gray Trilby, The Everfree Forest Affair, Time Flies, The Blue Moon Brings Death, Letters to a Candymare and The Face in the Darkness.
--Phillip references his hallucination in Part 7 of The Face in the Darkness
--The photograph of his father was referenced in one of my short stories, All That I Am
--Lunasta: reference to Princess Luna and to the real-life sleeping pill, Lunesta.
--Heavy foreshadowing in this last part of this chapter.
--The story starts the day after Winter Wrap Up.
--Flash and Twilight's relationship is going strong, and I was sure to include a good Sparity moment.
--cailín: Irish, a young girl.
--Lyra's song is based off of the Irish ballad, "Star of the County Down." She is of course singing about Bon Bon.
--"thumbs up!": a reference to the "Lyra is obsessed with hands" trope. I think that these are just silly expressions