.:Big Difference:.”Are you sure this is a good idea? Should we just cancel and go on some other day?”.:Big Difference:.11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Rahmiel glanced over his shoulder towards the living room from the doorway he was standing, watching Jael standing by the couch that the young girl had taken over, her pair of hazel eyes scanning the plum haired man as he tried to catch up a conversation with her.
“Is it alright just to leave her here with the guys? I feel bad for leaving them to deal with her…”
The brunet just shook his head a little as he turned to look Emily standing by the front door of the house, biting her lower lip a little as her eyes darted between Rahmiel and the scene in the living room. She had brought Lumi to meet the guys once or twice earlier, so at least Jael was familiar with her, but she was still hesitant to leave her alone with them while they had a date night with Rahmiel. Well, it was still better to leave her with
RoM -- Determination“Alright, you’ve got this, boy,” Archer tells Nolv firmly, nodding in confirmation as he leads the greying, tawny tokota towards the fenced-in ring. They’ve been practicing for this for weeks now, and both handler and tokota are sure they’ve gotten it down. Nolv has worked hard, training every day for the free-jumping trial, and Archer has done his best to help out, working with his dark-coated toko to clear the obstacles –stacks of logs, in this case- without any hesitation at all, despite Nolv’s clear desire to stop and chew the would-be sticks.RoM -- Determination8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Nolv chuffs in easy agreement, nudging against Archer’s shoulder with his large head in reassurance as he peeks through his mane at his handler. The yeti tokota is clearly confidant in his own abilities, standing tall and proud while Archer slips the leather collar around his neck, scratching at the toko lightly with his own claws and grinning when he leans into it with a happy groan and wags hi
Snapshots in Dystopia No 01Josh had heard the term “egghead” but he hadn't imagined one, much less seen one, until he had started working with a particular clerk at the stables. The overall appearance of the man's head was that of a slightly elongated, and top-rounded, egg. This was enhanced by the fact the man had no hair on his scalp, and a scant thinning line around the edges. Moreover, it was an ugly egg. His eyes were deep set, surrounded by dark circles. Half-moon spectacles sat halfway down his hawk nose. His somewhat large ears sprang away from his head slightly, and his thick lips formed a gash of a mouth which seemed to be in a constant, practiced frown. He wore a dark business suit and tie that fit and provided something pleasant to see on the figure that might otherwise be described as a goblin. However, Josh didn't mind this clerk.Snapshots in Dystopia No 019 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Josh waited patiently in the small, sparse room. It was designed to hold 10 people quite comfortably, but rarely even held two. Wooden benches were built into
Baba and Wana TeaserPeople call me Wana. My friend Baba and I are pretty far from home. We were supposed to end up in a zoo but – “Wana, what’s happening?” – well, let’s just say our ship didn’t come in. When we ended up on the shore, we had nothing. No food, no reputation, no pack. We were stuck in a place we’d never heard of.Baba and Wana Teaser11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Where are we?” the kit asked, looking around.
“Miami,” replied the female dog sitting a short distance away.
On the street, you do whatever you have to do to survive. You rely on anyone who’ll help you: a crotchety old stray with a protective streak, a sassy bitch that could kill you if you looked at her the wrong way. Humans, too, if you’re desperate.
Bottom line, unless you find a way home, you aren’t going anywhere.
8-29-15:Danek Triller+Griselda: Breaking+EnteringDanek Triller: -it's been a long day and he's just going to flip the switch on the security system when-- // ???: wait Danek! // Danek: -he nearly jumps out of his skin as he whirls around, something by the window shifts and it shuts. he starts to raise a hand but-- // Griselda: -her face falshes a moment before dissapearing again, speaking in that same hushed tone- it's me! It's only me I swear // Danek: -utterly bewildered now as he takes a moment to comprehend this- .... What are you doing-- how did you get--........WHAT are you DOING here?! do you realize what you're risking how dare you come in this house what were you thinking!?8-29-15:Danek Triller+Griselda: Breaking+Entering12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Griselda: I had no choice you weren't going to speak to me any other way // Danek: Keep your voice down! Of course we weren't going to speak to you what did you think-- it's the same reason I don't want you here how could you come in this house after-- // Griselda:I'm here for Quincy! can we talk or not? // Danek: ... -he heaves a breath a
RRA: Log 2When I finally creep out my room and past the reception area—there’s more activity than I would have thought around the resort! I have no idea where Iru’s gone, but Centi is a solid weight firmly on my shoulders as I finally step out my room to explore (at a much more languid pace) the Resort.RRA: Log 210 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I had gone through the pamphlets and fliers given to me earlier today so I am aware of most the activities taking place for us guests. There is a Scavenger Hunt going on around the resort. Baskets full of six specific gems can be found in various locations. If I manage to find a basket and pluck a gem from it (only one per guest) then I can get a bit of Coin for it!
If only I didn’t suck at hide
ColumbidaeHis body reminded me of an action figure I broke once. I dropped it from a ten-story window just to see what would happen—it ended up splayed out and missing a few limbs. That’s what I saw when I almost tripped over a man’s corpse on my walk this morning, only more blood, and he was only missing a few fingers, not a whole arm.Columbidae13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I knew him, too; sort of. I only knew him as Mr. Pigeon. I’m not even sure anyone knew his real name despite everyone knowing him or knowing of him. Pigeon walked the neighborhood every day, always with his floppy, wide-brimmed straw hat and always pushing a baby carriage.
The thing about Mr. Pigeon is that he was crazy. See, that baby carriage he pushed? It was always empty. New people in the community thought he was a kind, old grandpa walking a kid, but no. For anyone who lived here long enough, eventually you realized it was empty.
He’s called Mr. Pigeon because one day on a dare, a kid asked him why he pushed the baby carriage.
Tweet Dilemmatyping an establishing setup lineTweet Dilemma1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
adding a clever punch-line
fearing for the horrifying possibility that the text might exceed 140 chara
State of AffairsHey guys!State of Affairs7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sorry I've been inactive lately, but I'm back in class and am very busy! There have also been quite a few distractions in my life, so I haven't really had that much time to write stuff! I'll try and get back on track soon. My goal is one story per week during the school year.
Thank you guys for understanding!
brittleIt isn’t until four in the morning, when you’re in the woods and three foot deep the hole that she asks what you’re sure she’s been wanting to ask all night.brittle16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Why’d you kill him?”
You don’t have time to pause but you slow down a bit, the next few piles of dirt you work free with the shovel ruminative. You should’ve worn gloves. Not to keep your prints off of it but because all this dirt is getting stuck under your fingernails.
Freshly painted fingernails, at that. You did it in a pattern. Turquoise and cotton candy, turquoise and cotton candy.
“Why?” She asks again, only as loud as a whisper as she slings some clods over her shoulder.
And then you realize, that was it, really. He got under your fingernails like dirt. Ugly, annoying, filthy dirt.
But what was it, exactly, what was the thing that made you decide he had to go? There had to be something that prompted you. He’s always irritated you, his stupid guffaw gr
I'm Not A Voyeur, I Just Have Anxiety We were stopped in either Barstow, California or Cedar City, Utah when you saved me from witnessing a live-performance porno in an almost empty bathroom of an almost equally empty Denny’s at 3:00 in the morning. I can’t remember too many details of the evening, and you still tease me about my “obvious PTSD” regarding the incident.I'm Not A Voyeur, I Just Have Anxiety6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We had been driving northwest along Interstate-15 for what felt like weeks, though realistically it had only been hours. The AC in our F-U-shitty truck had finally wheezed one last pathetic burst of almost-cooled wind into our faces before dying off into nothing. We resigned ourselves to settling down in one of the towns along the interstate for the next few months to re-stock our wallets.
I was sitting in the bathroom stall, tired and sweaty and just wanting a few moments to sit alone and cool off without your constant presence. The restroom
StuckQuite how seven-year-old Jonty had arrived in this position, his gymnastics coach wasn’t sure. But the endearing and fun-loving little blond boy was now tangled up in the gymnast rings. He squirmed about, trying to pull free, though there was no use.Stuck9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was at this moment that his coach had a sudden idea. He smiled at the boy and patted his ankle affectionately. “Maybe this will get you wriggling enough,” the man said. He made sure that there was a big thick mattress underneath the boy before starting his cheeky plan.
The gymnastics instructor reached out and squeezed at Jonty’s sides. The boy squealed and burst out laughing. The gymnast smiled. “Good, you’re ticklish. Now… WRIGGLE!” the man cried, his fingers now flying all over the blond youth’s soft little feet. His little toes squirmed and wiggled happily as his soles were tickled. Jonty shrieked in hysterics and kicked his legs about wildly. Eventually he managed to get one foo
RRA: Log 3I watch in fascinated terror as a large beak comes close to biting off Iru’s fingers. Or. At least. That what it seems like from a distance. It clicks shut millimeters away from his furry hand before turning away from the Kodryma and making its way back towards the other few in its corral. Some are too dark in the low lights emitting from the Resorts lamps stationed about the premises but I can make out a few.RRA: Log 39 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“What are these?” I ask as I step up to a grinning Iru.
“Voldoe. Not many of these in the wild anymore because of overhunting. The Resort here is attempting to breed them in captivity and hopefully get their numbers back up. Here… wanna feed one?” He attempts to shove a weird looking fruit into my hand.
“Er…Maybe?” I hedge, not liking the look of those large beaks. The large ears are adorable and remind me of Fennec foxes, the small horns adorning their furry scull give them a nice bit of flare. I’m most taken though wit
Incessant AcheI have a heartacheIncessant Ache14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
with your name on it.
Faster"Where are you? The party's gonna start" Frank claimed, talking to his phone.Faster1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"...I told you to just get a cab!" he whispered angrily.
"Is that Aiden?" asked a girl, overhearing the conversation while preparing the food.
"Yeah! And he took the train." Frank answered.
Not familiar with the place, Frank asked the girl "Uhm -sorry, there's an overpass that gets you here from the station, right?"
"Yeah..." the girl nods, and continued "He could just cross the road, everybody's doing it anyways -plus it's much faster."
"You heard her, right? Hurry!" Frank screamed at his phone.