The Sixth Reaper - Day 331The Reaper gazed down at the woman as she squirmed. It did nothing to help her as blood seeped into the pavement from her knife wound. She tried to drag herself down the road. Her nails were broken from the strain of clinging onto life. One hand stretched in front of her, the other gripping her side, she eventually came to a stop. She let her head touch the pavement.The Sixth Reaper - Day 33110 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The Reaper could not help her. It was not there to save her. Only to drag her soul into the afterlife. Not keep her in the overworld. It was her time to go. It had to do its duty.
The woman lifted her head and gazed down the road. She could see someone, far off in the distance. They couldn't see her. She tried to call to them but her voice was lost. Her systems were shutting down. She was dying.
The Reaper sensed this. It stepped forward and withdrew its scythe. The woman turned to gaze up into its shrouded hood. It saw the fear in her eyes. She didn't want to die. She managed to cough out: "Please . . . don't."
Lynx RebornA/N: Original characters in an original setting. Black appears courtesy of cutewerewolfgirl and should she ever want him removed I'll do so. Lynx, Savvy and Alice are all my OCs.Lynx Reborn5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Lynx shivered as Luna held her. In his wisdom Black had made her a little girl again, erasing her past and Luna pitied her creation. She hadn't been strong enough to face what had been done to her. "I'm sorry I let you down, baby. I had some issues in my past. It made me weaker than I should have been. You are my creation, my offspring, I should have fought harder for you."
"I'm sorry." Lynx whispered as she clung tighter and Luna felt her heart shatter.
"No, don't be. What was done to you was unforgivable. To see your adopted father-" Luna caught herself, there was no sense bringing up the horror that had been done to her creation. "It was done as a way to hurt me, always remember that. I told someone about my past and they knew using it to hurt you would hurt me because I love you so."
"Do I have
Lovers' Quarrel IILyonesse was sitting in the lounge on Aion's ship, staring out of the window and into space. She was so lost in thought that she didn't realize Nelea had entered the room.Lovers' Quarrel II17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"You're that human," Nelea said, sitting down across from Lyonesse and placing her hands in her lap.
Lyonesse turned her head, jarred away from her thoughts. "Yes," she said. "Who are you?"
"I'm Nelea of Pleiades," she said. "What can I call you?"
"Lyonesse of Isolde." She studied Nelea. "A Pleiadian... You're the woman who met with Aion?"
"Very astute," Nelea said. "I assume Aion's spoken to you at length about me, then."
"Not only about you. He's taught me a lot of things since I've been here," Lyonesse answered.
"May I ask why you're here speaking with me and not him?"
"It seems our discussion is over," Nelea said.
"And what about me and my people?"
"Aion is intent on preserving you, no matter what we say."
"You and Aion don't see eye-to-eye?" Lyonesse asked.
"Evidently not, but that's no surprise. We rar
Life Finds A Way (Tassel Cartoonival Audition) Tassel never knew how he got there. He only knew that one moment he was walking through the streets of Anaven and the next he was staring into the vividly bright and almost painful colors of the Cartoonival. Of course he didn’t know it was the Cartoonival, he wasn’t even aware it was a fair, he only knew that it wasn’t where he had been. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, but his surroundings were no illusion. Even if he didn’t believe his eyes, the smells and sounds would have convinced him. This loud, energetic, completely chaotic place that smelled strongly of sugar and metal could not possibly be anything remotely related his home.Life Finds A Way (Tassel Cartoonival Audition)7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Trying hard to suppress the panic rising in his chest, Tassel studied his new surroundings. There was little doubt in his mind that magic was behind this. He had encountered magic and its reality altering properties many times before. If his previous experiences were any indicator, then any notions h
The LOGDay 4:The LOG16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I`ve done it. I`ve finally done it. I have found a way to store and preserve my food for a longer period. The story goes like this. When I was on my way back from the gas station, I decided to use another route to reach my home. It was a bit shallow, with lots of obstacles and gapes in the ground. But as I came to the end of it, I could see that a building had partially-collapsed not far from my home. So, after I left the canister back at home, I went on searching through the debris. As I kept searching, I stumbled upon a mini refrigerator. I took it home, I mended it, then I tried plugging it to the generator...but there was no power at all coming through the line. So, I didn`t give up. I tried replacing the plug, then it finally worked. I haven`t been this thrilled in a while. I could finally preserve my food longer, therefore I could eat beter food.
For the rest of the day, I just stood there and watched the little refrigerator mak
Entry #65: Fishy AdventuresPulina teleported away today, off on one of her fishy adventures or whatever she does. I wonder what she’ll bring home this time? More glowy pebbles perhaps? Maybe this time she’ll bring another fish, a fish I can name John. I wonder if Kyo would like a new fish? He and Carl often have staring contests, so I assume their friends. Would a new fish disrupt the tank’s mood? What if the new fish isn’t friendly? Ah man, so many variables.Entry #65: Fishy Adventures12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Hydnum and Kopos Part 1 Hydnum gently pulled a branch of berries from its core, examining each of the red bulbous pieces of fruit before placing it in her basket. She stood from her kneeling position. Having picked all the ripe fruit from the bush it was time for her to move to the next. The tinkling sound of birds as they flitted throughout the forest, hopping from tree to tree, as well as the cool breeze was the calming acceptance of the forest floating pleasantly over her senses. That was when the ball of flame fell from the sky. She watched in curious awe as it descended from the clouds, trailing smoke black as pitch in its wake.Hydnum and Kopos Part 114 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
She stared at the billowing black cloud as it plummeted toward the water below. Hydnum lifted her hand to shade her face from the sun as she gazed at the ball of fire only to realize that there was something inside of it. Without thought she took off, heading straight for the place where the falling thing would land.
Lord of Cats and AltarsA/N: Original characters in an original setting, so paws off, please.Lord of Cats and Altars8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The Lord of Cats was stretched out on his kitchen altar, putting contentedly. The black glitter and foam chandelier that had suited Samhain and their anniversary had at last come down to be replaced by the sun and moon above his handsomely decorated altar. They'd gone a bit overboard and it no longer served as much of a kitchen table, but he didn't mind.
He had his family back and that was all that mattered. His tail thumped lazily as he watched his very own Yule tree revolve and a smile came to his feline features as the witch entered the kitchen, kittens clinging to her and poking out of assorted pockets. "People have to eat at that table, you. know." She teased and they both laughed.
The kittens happily clambered on with him and the witch watched them carefully, then drug the sofa cushions in lest an escapee crash to the kitchen floor. The kittens of course tore into the faux pine swag, knocking orna
Lovers' Quarrel"We know what you plan to do, Aion," Nelea said as she gazed up at a test tube containing a human fetus. "As the overseer of this project, I forbid it."Lovers' Quarrel21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"You can't stop me," Aion said from behind her.
Nelea turned to face him. "I may not be able to, but the Federation can."
"The Federation is afraid of me," Aion said.
"Afraid, but not powerless," Nelea countered. "The Federation respects you and forgives your transgressions because of your good work--"
"'But forgiveness is a finite resource,' " Aion interrupted.
"You know me too well."
"You don't want a war with me," Aion said. "You remember our last encounter."
"I do," Nelea said. "But that was a quarrel between two lovers. This is bigger than both of us. As the liaison between you and the Federation, I have a duty to uphold order -- order that exists to protect all life in this universe."
"Spare me your rhetoric," Aion barked. "You're right. This is bigger than both of us. This is the survival of a species -- a species you and the Fe
The LOGDay 7:The LOG14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
My work has prooven to be almost in vain. I do not know where to go from here on out.
Should I keep digging?
Is it a waste of time?
All I know is that I have found some computer parts lying deep in the rubble. I do not know what they represent, but they are deffinately computer parts because I recognize the sockets for the other parts to be installed to them.
Today was a complete nightmare. Because I spent all my day yesterday trying to dig through the stupid tunnel, today all my muscles were sore, and I could barelly dig any significant distance. What`s even more painful, is the fact that one of my shovels broke and the other wasn`t sharpened well enough. Why am I even doing this anymore, I just don`t understand. But I still need to continue. I want to find what`s hidden behind all this rubble.
After a good meal, I shall go to sleep. Tomorrow will be my final push towards the goal. Hopefully...I will
The LOGDay 6:The LOG14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Fifteen hours. Fifteen God forsaken hours. That is the time that I`ve spent on this darn passage. And nothing. It does not seem to end. I kept digging and digging, but nothing but debris and mud, mud and debris. Does this thing ever end? Have I already gone through the room that was filled with debris? When will I get to the room? How much do I have to work to get to something that I only think it exists. This is a waste of resources and time. I wake up early in the morning and go to this digging site, waste a bunch of time, then at the end of the day I end up with nothing.
If I do not come home with something tomorrow, then I need to find something else to do. I`m too tired to write anything more.
The LOGDay 5:The LOG15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I can barelly breathe. Why is there no one to talk to about my achievments. Why am I forsaken to write all my achievments and goals on an old laptop, instead of celebrating and discussing them with my fellow humans. If there was anyone here...anyone...or even a cute pet, a dog, a cat, a parrot...anyone that I can talk to. I only talk to myself, discussing, arguing, complimenting every little thing that I do. I`ve started hating myself because I make mistakes. I...must keep it together.
I used to own a parrot. He was so clumsy and weird. Always affraid of anything. He wouldn`t agree with anything I did for him. Yet...he seemed so lonely and sad. His bright yellow feathers...his beautiful songs...even his company made me feel like I could count on him to listen to my blabber. He would never stop me or argue with me because of what I have done.
He is gone now...burried in front of my old house, many years ago. Maybe I will revisit that place someday