Surfing the Green RoadSurfing the Green RoadSurfing the Green Road2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Please take a moment to imagine this.
You've been wanting to go to Ireland. You meet a leprechaun who tells you to "Surf the green road." He explains how, then he transforms you into a red squirrel. You run across green grass to a tree with green leaves. You climb the tree (which is easy since you are a squirrel.) You munch on an acorn, and then find a big leaf that smells like adventure. You pick the leaf and use it to air-surf while using your fluffy tail as an air sail. You arrive at a rainbow, then you surf on the green stripe of the rainbow until you reach a green sea. The waves are humongous to you as you ride up and over them. At last you ride the waves like surfers usually do as you surf onto Ireland where a special surprise awaits.
Geoff and Rhoth on: Hydrangeas“WE GOT SOUP”Geoff and Rhoth on: Hydrangeas20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I waited while he returned to the kitchen. I suspected the conversation that would occur behind those swinging doors. I did not think too long on it, least I lose my appetite for soup, but after another young man in suspenders and a bowtie was tasked with delivering my bill I knew where to go. In the alley behind the kitchen, stripped of his stupid black bowtie and sitting forlorn on the wet stones. Knees curled to chest, head in his hands, Rhoth mourned the job he had managed to keep for only three weeks – among other things.
We sat together in silence for a few moments, the younger LeVer and I, until my lips formed the words, and my tongue pushed out a question that I had verged on every time that I had seen him since Noe’s death.
“How did he smell?”
Rhoth ignored me for a time. I leaned my shoulders and head back against the restaurant’s outer wall, and waited a few seconds before I ask again.
“Sterile,” muttered Rh
Spain x Reader~ Tomato ,tamata ,..potato patataYou and Spain where sitting on his sofa at his house discussing food.....Spain x Reader~ Tomato ,tamata ,..potato patata9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yes food both of you seemed to love talking about food from your countries and spent hours on end talking about certain types of delicacies.
"But my favourite food is Tomatoes" chimed Spain as you looked at him weirdly......
"You mean tamatos?" You questioned confused
".......What did you say?" Spain said looking annoyed."tamatos" you replied
"...it's Tomatoes!!" He nearly yelled "tamatos!!" You screamed
"Tomato !!" "Tamato!!"
"....STOP IT ,ITS TOMATO!!"
Spain froze as he remembered something you once told him echoing in his mind "My favourite food is potatoes which is normal since I am Ireland" (sorry but you have to be for the story to work) "but I hate when people call them p-"
He snapped back to reality and smirked at you
"..patata" he said simply
Letter to Anzorla: Black Magic injectionTo: Anzorla McLofa, the dimensional protector of Gilarius, the first at the reign of McLofas;Letter to Anzorla: Black Magic injection9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
From: A'Ozarog McLofa, the leader of the Organization H;
My dear sister,
Forgive me for startling you as you open this letter and see how long it might be, but it was really hard to explain what I have to report to you in few words.
We have just finished the process of injection with the first volunteer to wield the Black Magic, as we have called it. It was a success, and it had rather interesting features. In compare to the two of us, who somehow survived the process of the same thing less painfully, this one ended up taking longer than I expected, and also looked like it was close to a failure. I shall recover the details of what happened below.
When we chose to do an injection, we've done all the preparations for the volunteer and prepared a needle for that. My people have analyzed my body earlier and assumed that we're meant to inject the whole thing not through the arm, like Lakuzas instr
Star Wars IV: A Turn of Fate PreviewHis eyes swept over the assembled Rebel pilots. Yes, they will do, he thought. They were the best. He had trained with them since they had first joined the Alliance. Ex-Imperials, rogues, or supporters of the cause. His template, Galen Marek, would have been proud.Star Wars IV: A Turn of Fate Preview12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"General Starkiller!" a voice called.
He turned and saw Juno Eclipse, his wife, approach him. "What is it, Admiral?"
"The Death Star has entered the system, and General Dodonna is ready to debrief the team."
It is time, I thought. "Gentlemen," I called, gathering their attention, "and ladies, General Dodonna has the floor.
MonsterThere had been no warning: my father impaled on a curved hook, my mother blasted aside in a shower of flames, I was the only one left. I ran and the monster followed, I can smell its reek. Then the unimaginable happens – my foot catches on a loose brick, sending me sprawling on the floor. I scrabble to my feet, dread flooding my veins as the monster emerges from the darkness. I skitter away but feel only cold stone. Stupid, stupid! I've backed myself into a corner and now the monster is advancing towards me, coming on in deathly silence. Then in a moment it’s right there, towering above me impossibly high. I gaze up, meeting its cold, merciless eyes.Monster13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The terrible creature raises its sword. I spread my wings, too small for flight, in an attempt to make myself look bigger, more intimidating. It doesn't work.
The sword falls.
EFS: Baking and Sweets Sale... And A Padro? Elizabeth washed the dishes distractedly, staring out the kitchen window most of the time. The view was that of the paddock, and the few horses there. All the horses and animals who weren't foals or babies could roam freely around the property, but the young were kept in the foal field and barn.EFS: Baking and Sweets Sale... And A Padro?8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As the dishes swam idly in the warm water, Gimmick, a cat-sized dragon who lives at the stable, read out the mail to Liz. Mostly just bills, ads, or reminders, the only one that caught her attention was "October Baking and Sweets Sale" in red and black letters on a baby blue envelope. Turning off the taps and placing the last plates on the rack to dry, she told Gimmick to open the letter as she dried her hands. With the spiked tip of his tail, he ripped the frail paper and handed her the neatly folded white letter inside.
You have been invited to Andrea's October Baking and Sweets Sale on Sunday, October 26th, at noon.
Geoff and Rhoth on: Friendship“Are you saying you wouldn’t do it?” I demanded, “to protect your brother? To keep him safe?”Geoff and Rhoth on: Friendship20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“You know I would!” Rhoth hollered back, “but what you’re talking about it something very different. I would only hurt people to protect Renget from harm. You’re talking about protecting Duke from happiness! It’s not protecting someone to prevent them from leaving this sort of existence behind, Geoff. It’s condemning them.”
“He’s going to go out there and get eaten alive, Rhoth. What is he going to do if they come after him and we’re not there to protect him”
“He’ll throw a car at them, Geoff! Christ, he’s growing up. He doesn’t want any part of this self-destructive, juvenile niche you’ve carved out. No one does. In fact, you are the kind of thing I would kill to keep Renget away from.”
“Is that so? Are you going to kill me, blackbird?”
Teeth31 Days of Halloween Art ChallengeTeeth23 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol
What began as a safe haven for Nightwalkers soon turned into a place of excitement, booze, and low-light dancing.
I'd never intended for it, but I wasn't about to refuse it, either. Our kinds had so few places to unwind and have fun that I could hardly say no. Even so, I wasn't about to let it turn into one of the many places of filth and shady dealings that Nightwalkers often resorted to. I kept it clean, organized, and staffed it with my most trusted (and toughest) allies.
Jeromy pretty much ran the place. I was the money, and he was the charm. We simply called it “Fangs”, never advertising, and running purely on word-of-mouth. The last thing I needed were humans finding themselves surrounded by vampires, werewolves, harpies and other creatures of the night.
It was also where we first met Aki, so Jeromy couldn't complain.
But for me, it served as a distraction.
Raven had been missi