Why?The next morning, mom and I woke up in Emily's bed. We laid there for a while in silence, thinking to ourselves. At around eight thirty we smelled dad making breakfast. Waffles and bacon. I got out rather quickly and ran down the stairs. "Is that bacon?!" I yell. I hear my dad laugh and sarcastically say, "No its oatmeal". I run into the kitchen and see a plate with at least eight pieces. "Can I have some!? Pllleeeaaassseee" I scream. My mom laughs down the stairs as my dad hands me the plate. "Help yourself honey" he said. Let me explain something. Every time I was sad since I was three, somehow I got bacon.When I was in kindergarten, I went to bed really sad because an old classmate of mine called me names that day, mind you, I was four. A few hours later, my mom comes in the room with bacon for just the two of us. Five years ago, my dad had to go on a business trip for three days. Right after he walked out the door, the kitchen timer went off, and when I checked the oven, there wasWhy?12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
A World Plunged Into Dar-- no, Beach-ness!Tags: armor swimsuit solo 1girlA World Plunged Into Dar-- no, Beach-ness!1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The destined Hero really thought that was the end of the story. A bad ending. He could no longer feel the presence of the spirit guiding him (the "player" if you will) nor could he longer put up a resistance against the Devil. She had won and his world as he knew it would soon be over. He glowered at the crumpled body of the Sorceror Emperor, barely trying to stand in a body that was not infused with destiny. That was soft in all these strange places, a voice he didn't recognize echoing in his ears as he breathed. To his surprise, the Devil -- Leena -- walked over and kicked the corpse of the Emperor in the head before... siphoning something out of him and storing it in a gem. The gem clouded, swirled and glowed malefic colors as if it was pulling darkness to it. She pocketed the gem before, of all things, turning and helping the defeated hero
WM27 #5: TemptationsAmelia all but floated down that steep slope. The day had started off so well, it could only continue to do so. Surely. The odds were in her favour. Mulder and Alban stopped next to her as she looked back up the mountain with a satisfied grin. The two tokotas’ breaths plumed in the air, barrelling forth from their massive maws.WM27 #5: Temptations13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Above jagged peaks of the mountains rimming the Qammutiq Flats the colours in the sky seeped out, leaving it a pale blue broken only by the puffy white clouds the slowly moved east. Mist still clung to the surface of the lake. Amerlia tracked Navajo as he moved through the mist like a wraith, visible for mere moments before being shrouded once more. The photos were going to be pure magic.
This was turning out to be one of the easiest jobs she’d ever done. So far there had been no need to wade up to her chest into frigid water, no donning of ridiculous ‘hide clothing’ to get closer to her subject and, perhaps most importantly, the tokota h
Fruit treesThe heather-covered mountains were like a shell closing the valley inside itself. An easternly breeze told the tale of old oaks and rust-red deer in a rut, of withering leaves and of mottled cackling flock of geese landing in to rest on the moor. Overhead the sky was iron grey and cold.Fruit trees13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The confined view reminded Aiya that the snow had begun its climb down the slopes towards the valley floor. Before the end of the month the valley would be white and she wouldn’t be able to cross the pass to the forest until spring. She had yet another winter ahead as a prisoner in the small rush-roofed house where only the stern commands of her aunt kept the fights between the sisters from becoming unbearable.
Aiya rubbed her hands and face clean in the cold stream and sighed as she rose, throwing a look at the landscape below. Birds had abandoned the lake, and the water stared up at the sky black and unmoving like the pupil of a recently deceased animal surrounded by brownish yellow fur. Ever si