Fight the UnfightableSummoned from its eldritch sea, the Hydra reared its heads, unfurling, silhouetted against the moon. The first head approached with a vicious twinkle in its yellow eye, its needle teeth bared in a deadly grin. Moist acid breath stung my eyes like ethanol.Fight the Unfightable17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Tell me a ssstory,” it hissed.
I swallowed. “Once upon a time-”
“A sstory about a barbarian. And forgiveness. And a carrot.”
“Once upon a time there was an orcish barbarian called Raknar. A legend in his own time, the tales of his exploits are many, but this one is perhaps the greatest of all. Raknar journeyed the length and breadth of fiction, and no foe could offer him a sufficient challenge. Ennui set in, but as he travelled, he heard tales of one place all monsters feared to tread. One day he found himself at its gates, and it was anticipation, not fear that filled his heart. This was where the greatest monster of all dwelt. This was his ultimate quarry. Dauntless in the face of certain d
The Way It Ended (and began again.)This was the ending, unfurling at last, the time long past for the eldritch legend to come to a close. Not a facetious terminus, mind you – one cannot end such a piece in such a way. This is the story of barbarian warriors fighting through moist swamps and barren deserts, amorphous demons summoned from the seventh ring, pulchritudinous heiresses passing dauntless judgement upon worlds with such fury that countless hearts, limitless bodies, were forced to cicatrize and cooperate, their only victory measured through how long they could suffer defeat. Kings – Excelsior, Antioch, Rivaldo – sitting safe with their feasts and finery, dainties and codpieces, flabbergasted as their armies fell, reduced to peasants. Exiled.The Way It Ended (and began again.)22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This was the story of a skank and a Google search, a stick of celery in her drink and a carrot in her mouth as she struggled with crippling ennui, the moon above as she failed to find forgiveness, ethanol splashed in a gas tank. The story of a chiaroscuro p
Baking “Sift together flour, baking soda, salt and sugar.” The recipe said.Baking22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Luc stared blankly at the page. What the hell does ‘sift’ mean? He questioned. April had put him in charge of making a dessert for an upcoming block party. He had chosen some random recipe online that sounded simple enough, a chocolate cake, but this looked way more complicated than he had originally thought.
Unable to figure out what ‘sifting’ meant, Luc just threw in all the ingredients into a large mixing bowl and began to stir vigorously. This is a lot tougher than it thought it would be, Luc thought, his arm beginning to fatigue from the stirring. Luc dipped his finger into the bowl and tasted the lumpy batter. Not bad.
A loud tapping noise sounded from the back door. Confused, Luc left the messy kitchen and to the door. The moment he opened it, a bird swept past his head and into the ho
mission tomorrowThese old bones creakedmission tomorrow15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
they had not seen much action, especially in the last ten years.
a fractured hip from learning to snowboard saw to that.
The blue water of the Olympic sized pool looked peaceful.
A gift from my honey.
Swimming across this pool was one more thing that I could say I had accomplished, but the water looked daunting.
I second guess myself,
Could I really do it.
Standing there just thinking about getting into the water, over my head, was paralyzing.
I feel my stomach begin to knot and my knees buckle a little bit .
For some reason the water had always brought an innate sense of dread, as if the memory of some reincarnated spirit on a long voyage and death by water, haunted me.
Childhood mantras of Black people don't swim meant I only SAT poolside,
only dipped my toes in.
Or I'd get in, but only waist high, near the wall and just make waves.
But I could do it , I think.
I must do it.
I close my eyes and dive in...
but only in my head.
Yes, I have been in love.Love? Love is like dust; it doesn't happen all at once. It sifts down and rises from the quirks and idiosyncrasies of the person that you’re falling for, from everything that simply is them. It accumulates and drifts around the small details of the time you spend together; it flows and forms tangible wisps beneath the hidden smiles and the laughter shared. Eventually it blankets their faults, and even begins to rise from them, given enough time to settle. The lies we tell and broken trusts may pierce it, and repeated hurts wear it away like footprints, leaving the surface raw and bare; but it never wears away entirely, even when hate begins to grow like mould, it can never truly die. If you love someone, completely and utterly, that dust will always remain in the secret spaces of your heart.Yes, I have been in love.18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Tickle Temple P2Sky giggled and eagerly bounded forward. The boy’s father followed along with Sheng, as Sky’s mother waited down below. The brunette seven-year-old giggled happily when he reached the top step. Everyone started cheering. He didn’t quite know what to do so he blushed and waved politely.The Tickle Temple P21 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The man started talking to Sky, offering him a seat in the process. Sheng translated for the boy.
“Name and age?”
“Sky, and I’m seven years old!”
“Where are you from?”
“Australia!” cried Sky proudly.
“Are you ticklish?”
“Hehe yes, very!” the boy cried, squirming a little.
“Do you enjoy it?”
“Sometimes yes, and sometimes not so much,” the young lad exclaimed. The man chuckled, as did Sheng and the boy’s dad. Suddenly, the man started speaking fast again.
“Today we are all blessed to have an Australian boy come to the palace.
FFM 31: The Very BeginningOf course it wasn’t actually the Very Beginning. But for them, it was. All five of the stars in existence twinkled overhead, brighter than any of those little dots you can see today. Our little moon drifted through the unfurling void of the fledgling Universe, a tiny speck in a world that was birthed while its previous one was still ending. It is The Way: ebb and flow, give and take. The rhythm of life.FFM 31: The Very Beginning22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I summoned my children to me, and they rose from the dirt like colored steam. Still little more than abstract concepts, they hadn’t even experienced physical form, yet. But they’d grown and evolved so quickly, my little thoughtforms.
“Good morning, father,” the red ball of energy on the left vibrated. I was just beginning to name them. I called that one A(lpha/rtemis/nsuz….).
“Good morning, my child,” I had no mouth with which to smile, but they felt it nonetheless. “
FFM 18 ~ Come To LifeShe cast a quick glance around the room as if she’d heard something. When nothing moved she shrugged; satisfied everything was as it should be, she lay down and thankfully fell asleep quickly.FFM 18 ~ Come To Life6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Pushing what was her door open, Celia came out and into the room. She was always the first to come out; it would be easier if for any reason the young woman woke up. A quick look down let her know that Geraldine hadn’t gone much further than where she was two weeks ago. Apparently she was stuck at that stupid tea party still. Celia turned and taking a quick look on the desk released her favourite companion. The Amazon – she wasn’t truly an Amazon but that was what Celia called her – Feline hauled herself out of the 300 or so page book that held her. At least, her story was finished; queen of her people, she’d been spared the destiny every woman in Celia’s world was sentenced to – at least according to what her book companions said – marriage.
Stargazing"Do you ever wish something would just happen?" She asked.Stargazing2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her question caught me off guard. "What do you mean?" We were laying on the grass behind the library, stargazing. Violet had her long black hair pulled out behind her, trailing it across the grass. It was just like her to break the silence with a weird question.
She rolled onto her side to look at me. "Like anything. A meteor comes crashing into your neighbor's house, you find a hundred bucks on the ground, you meet a new friend." She made a sweeping gesture in the air. "Anything."
"Oh, uh, I guess." I stared up at the sky, trying not to picture flaming rocks falling towards us. "Is that what you want?"
"Yeah. I'd take bad stuff right now over nothing." She pulled at the grass beside her.
"What bad stuff?"
"I dunno, like tripping down the
UnhappyToo much happy is not healthy.Unhappy12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was something the Negloz Tribe had believed for centuries, and also the reason behind the biannual Sacrificing Ceremony. Tonight was the second Ceremony to be held this year, and the animals had been chosen. Four elephants and a turtle were tied up in the middle of a huge field, the tribe members circling the soon-to-be-dead creatures. Everyone was wide-eyed, tears already pooling their eyes.
Too much happy is not healthy.
They repeated the mantra over and over again to convince themselves that these poor creatures died for the goodness of all the tribe. The Burner stepped forward, nearing the helpless animals who seemed to had already embraced their fates, his torch a blazing light in the middle of the night. A person started to sob as the fire was thrown into the gasoline-wet creatures. The elephants blew their trunks weakly as fire consumed them, the turtle seemed too scared to make a sound. Soon enough, the whole tribe was crying along, everyone cl
FFM 2015 Day 31- Beauty, Knowledge, and Prophecy The moon was huge in the night sky, its luminescence augmented by the twinkle of countless stars. As bright as the night was, it still couldn’t illuminate the opening in the cliff. The cave was pitch-black and eldritch, almost seeming to radiate danger. Stepping inside would be like stepping into a void, with no way of knowing if one could find an ending. If that thought was not dissuading enough, one only needed to consider what might be lurking in there. A mountain troll, an insane barbarian, a poltergeist; who knows? Darkness that complete could hide anything.FFM 2015 Day 31- Beauty, Knowledge, and Prophecy22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Unsurprisingly, Matthew was having serious second thoughts about entering. He looked at his younger companion, who, unlike him, seemed unafraid. “Uh, okay, so I know there’s supposed to be some magical beast in there that can help us, but that’s just according to some old legend, right? I mean, the Ice Elemental dude who told us about i
Wondering AloudAre youWondering Aloud1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Day 3 At the Beach My legs burn and my feet tingle, the sand already taking a toll before it is even 11 a.m. The sun beats down relentlessly promising to grow stronger long before permission is given to travel back across the small burning dunes. The moist sand steeply dips to meet the gentle early waves of low tide. The quiet swish and splash of empty water gently fills the salty air as the waves break gently in small burst of white foam. The water rushes forward with painful pellets of sand that scrap against skin, too weak to break the surface but with enough force to really try and leave behind an irritated rash.Day 3 At the Beach6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The water pulls back out with just as much force sweeping the solid ground out from any feet that dare stand within the reach of the shifting shallow water. The soft surface where small feet may once rest soon grows just as grainy as the rest of the surrounding area aiming to consume the small toes and peel off smooth skin. Little shells dot the surface in white, gr
Dumb Animals“I want all of tortoise kind eliminated. But, if they look like a turtle, they may live.” Cornel vulture declared as he landed on his perch above all the others. “Orders come from the top dog himself.”Dumb Animals20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The frogs below him croaked and complained below him. “How many animals do we need to kill?” they complained. The poisonous frogs and toads could only do so much after all.
“Hey don’t complain to me! I’m just the messenger,” he cackled before beginning to flap his wings. “Now get to it. They won’t stay in their pens forever.” He took off back towards the boss’ den, landing inside.
The boss, a short, wrinkly bull dog, turned to look at the entering vulture before doing back to his painting. It was hard to tell what it was since there pawprints all over it, but he insisted it was art. “Any trouble with the orders?” he asked.
“Nope, they just groaned a little, but will follow orders. They k
Dance 1-100Beautiful...Dance 1-1001 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Long hair, beautiful vibrant eyes, and a figure that would make a goddess jealous. These were all valid descriptions of the girl. The notorious Dance Maiden. She had fluid grace and light steps that put all to shame. She had everything a girl could possibly want.
Grace, Precision, Speed. This she had. He stunning moves and difficult etiquette lessons has taught her one thing. Never reveal yourself. She wielded the dangers effortlessly, such deadly accuracy for such a young girl. She twirled and cut, perfectly synced in her movements so much so she hadn't lost a beat. She was what every criminal wanted to be.
And yet the girl with two identities could never have what she wanted most. To be cared for. Her family gone, annihilated by unknown murderous with deadly intent. Never let your emotions control you, never falter in your step. Her mother would coach her, force her to be perfect to the point she didn't feel a bit concerned a
FFM 2015 31: HydraHydra’s heads are fickle—one will eat celery, another will eat the moon. You must simply beg for forgiveness and hope for the best. When Hydra chooses to spare you—excelsior! Hydra’s judgment is the law. No one is dauntless before Hydra. Hydra’s whim can very well be your terminus. The future is amorphous for craftsman and barbarian alike. Act not flabbergasted. There is something singularly pulchritudinous in never foreseeing your fate. Oh, fate is written in the stars? But the stars do not twinkle for you. They are simply there, settling in sweet ennui as you brawl like beasts below. Now you come to the anagnorisis: copious cups of ethanol are the key to your survival. Of course, it also makes you act like a skank, makes you want to defenestrate all who dare come near you. You may even rejoice at the thought of their moist mess on the pavement. That is the effect of alcohol on you—beasts are summoned, grudges rekindled. But this violence of mind (aFFM 2015 31: Hydra9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mind PrisonThe orifice from which rotting meals came from opened. The light was painful after so long away from it.Mind Prison21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Darkmess was all she had come to know for the past... Well, she can't remember how long. She cound have been there her whole life, for all she knew.
The slit remained open, it never did that. No plate with bile and mushed intestines came in, either. Only an eye peeked at the rat they had forgotten about in that hole.
Light left again. All was better then. Except the door opened, and two guards took her. She struggled, more to hide her face from so much bright than for being taken. Though it was surprising- she thought they had forgotten about her.
The guards dragged her to a room not much bigger than her prison box, yet she felt as if in a palace. There was so much room to stand, to stretch, to live. So much fresh air made her dizzy.
In her amazement, she hadn't realized the table in front of her, and much less the figure ahead observing her.
Who? That name sounded f
A Show Worth Sharing “Step right up, step right up! Feast your eyes on an extraterrestrial wonder! Is it a man? Is it a woman? Is it both? Who knows! It’s Spaceman Ziggy and its Martian spider companion, Jean!!” The crowd began to gather and the ringmaster knew he had a show worth sharing. “Long ago, the two survived the fiery fall to Earth, virtually unharmed! What other amazing things can these two do?”A Show Worth Sharing22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Apology What did I do? She’s been ignoring me and giving me the cold shoulder all week. Did I forget something important? Was it her birthday, our anniversary, Valentine’s Day? Whatever I did, it’s not good.Apology1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I tried to apologize like a good boyfriend would. I called her. It went straight to voicemail. I texted her, but she never replied. I attempted face to face communication, but she would walk the other way. I asked her friends, but they only shrugged and told me to ask her. It was hopeless.
I then resorted to gifts. I started off small, you know, with the usual chocolates, flowers, and cards. I left them outside her door step, but when I passed by again, they were pushed aside and left to gather dust.
So I decided to go bigger.
First, I managed to buy a rhinoceros from the city zoo. When I saw it on the news holding up traffic, I knew it wasn’t enough.
The End of a War"Ahahaha! Yes." Jane screamed. "Its over, the battle is finally over." She slammed her back to the wall and sunk to the floor. Her fingers were bruised, her hair a stringy mess. She couldn't remember the last time she'd slept or showered. Jane hadn't eaten a solid meal in thirty one days. Coffee was now a permanent part of her blood stream.The End of a War19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She cried. It was a joyful thing, to be done with it after all this time, but it left her longing. Something was missing and would be missing for eleven months. The people, challenge fueled adrenaline, the thrill of victory.
But the sweating and swearing and throwing things could stay away. Oh Jane would miss it for a while more, sure. Then it would sneak attack, jumping on her back and flinging her over to an office chair. It would steal her soul. Her knees would go weak and the tears would flow for days.
Another month of hell battling the ferocious Hydra would be upon her. Oh how she hated July.
Observations and Conclusions We’ve been observing it for hours, detailing every change in color, smell, appearance, and texture as well as our own thoughts. The three of us occasionally jot something down in our notes, but we never take our eyes off it.Observations and Conclusions22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Later, I review my notes and form a logical conclusion: “Watching paint dry is indeed very boring.”
FFM 17 ~ ForfeitShe looks around, terrified. Everyone goes up, running past her to get to the stairs. But then what?FFM 17 ~ Forfeit7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fear, sorrow. So much she could have done. So much she could have given or forgiven. All those grudges: not that she’s held a lot but still. They seem worthless now.
The sun is shining out but it might as well be night. There’s only darkness left.
She tries to call but the network is dead. Or maybe too many people are trying to speak with the ones they love.
The way up holds nothing. And down? Well… A few floors below everything is burning, nobody can go through. But she wants to live. And yet she knows it’s unlikely.
The smoke catches her throat. She coughs. There’s only one way: up. But then what? No! She won’t go up. She will choose the way she goes. She will go down.
She runs and jumps through the window. 70th floor.
She’s always loved skydiving.
This time though, she’s gone before she reaches the ground.
Seashell I found the weirdest seashell on the beach this morning. It was twisted like knots on an old oak tree and was neon green and pink in color. I took it home with me, not thinking much of it. But when the moon rose high that night, the seashell began to glow ominously.Seashell1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I tossed it back in the ocean the next day.