i've got your back. | nishinoya yuui've got your back. | nishinoya yuu1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Where else does it hurt?"
Nishinoya proceeded to point at the area where he had gotten a bruise. You clicked your tongue, but you didn't say anything. Instead, you took out the ointment and carefully applied it gently, your fingers delicately moving across his bruise. It hurt. It hurt a little bit, and Nishinoya had to bite his lip so he wouldn't make any noise. But at the same time, it was comforting. Your touch—you were so cautious not to hurt him, treating him like a delicate glass that could break any moment. After you had finished applying the ointment, you then took an elastic bandage and wrapped it around the bruised area to reduce the pain.
It was still painful, but he decided not to mention it. You did so much for him already.
"That all?" You said, raising a brow at him. Something about Nishinoya was odd today. He was quiet. He was usually loud and filled with life, and as much as you hated the obnoxious out-bursts, you weren't going to deny the fact that
Angelaa Dimension 258 short storyAngela1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Rosie picked up her clock again and stared at the numbers. When the big blue hand reached the 12, her daddy would come home. She furrowed her brow and squinted at the tip of the blue hand. Once, she had seen it move. But now it was stuck by the 10.
“Rosie, why do you keep watching the clock?” Leo asked. “Are you not having any fun building?”
Rosie set the clock next to her pile of toy bricks. “Today’s special day,” she announced. “Daddy’s bringing home a lady.”
“Ohh.” Leo raised his eyebrows. “He’s got a new girlfriend?”
“Yep! He says, he’s been seeing her for a while, he says he likes her a lot. He says she’s super nice.” Rosie paused to spit some hair out of her mouth.
“Here. Scoot over here and I’ll braid your hair,” Leo said. Rosie scooted and he began pulling her hair away from her face. “My hair us
Belly RubSeated on the couch, you tilt your head back and groan, brows furrowed in a less-than-pleased fashion. Your thick thighs spread apart, feet stretching under the table. With puffy hands, you grip the belly that sinks slightly forward over your jeans, soft flesh squeezing through your fingers.Belly Rub4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Each breath is laborious as you heave that weighty ball up, and you can't help but wince as it flops down with every exhale. You try to massage it, but the pressure only makes it that much more painful. Instead, you simply lay back against the couch, eyes closed, trying to block out the harshness of reality.
In the kitchen, he readies your dessert. You told him earlier that there's no room left, but as usual he didn't listen. You can smell the freshly baked cupcakes that he ices, and hope there's only a couple to get through. Past experience, however, lets you know that it will be a feast in its own right.
Struggling, you reach a hand around the swollen rock attached to your middle. Sausage-like fi
Faulty Feeding TubeWith the tube stuffed far down your throat, you take a deep, awkward breath and wait for the sound. The faint, clicking sound of the switch hitting "on". When you hear it, the whirring of the feeding device echoes around the room, and in seconds you feel the sweet liquid travelling down your throat.Faulty Feeding Tube4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It takes a few moments before you start to feel full. Your stomach, at this point, would consider itself at capacity. You know better. The liquid continues to pulse down your throat, forcing itself into your belly. The feeling of fullness grows, and you eye your middle, waiting for it to start showing.
Finally. After a full minute, you notice your previously flat stomach beginning to push outward. It strains against your buttoned shirt. Fills up the extra space in your jeans. The feeling of tightening clothes digging into flesh feels good, but not good enough. Not yet.
More liquid travels down your throat. Your stomach stretches to contain it all. Deep inside, a faint sensation of painful t
*Night Sky*Shooting star's last hurrah. Silence profound.*Night Sky*6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Always the Haunted House On Halloween, young people seem to flock to the dark, in search of either candy or a house to 'trick.' Matt and Sally were no different, except they were a bit older, nearly in their teens. Matt talked Sally into going to the house widely known as haunted.Always the Haunted House2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sally said, "Are you sure we want to go there? It must be called haunted for a good reason."
Matt laughed. "Sure. Things go bump in the night there. It's just an old house."
"Then they won't have any candy."
"We got enough off Mr. Sterling to rot our teeth already. This'll prove we've got guts too. Wait 'til we get to school and tell everyone where we went! They'll envy us and know how brave we are. C'mon, Sally!"
Sally sighed. "I don't know how you always talk me into these dumb ideas."
"I'm smart. And I know you like to hang out with me anyway."
"You're not as smart as me, and this may be the last straw as far as h
A Day in the Life - Episode 1Warning: This vignette contains a girl who is improbably tall. If that bothers you, please do not read this. Also, in case anyone is wondering, all characters are 18 or older.A Day in the Life - Episode 15 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Coach Carson blew his whistle, signalling the end of PE. Annie reached up and dropped the basketball in the hoop one more time before sighing and walking toward the locker room with everyone else. With her long strides, she could have quickly caught up with everyone, but she decided to stay behind the group. PE was a class that Annie both enjoyed and hated. All it took was one look at her to figure out why – she towered above everyone. Not like "oh, she's tall for a girl", or even "oh, she's even tall for a guy"; people's initial reaction of her was "I didn't know people could get that tall!". Today, however, her thoughts were interrupted.
"Um, hi!" A girl in front of Annie turned around and waved up at her. Annie looked at her face for a moment while she tried to figure out who the girl was. Try as she mig
The Games Players at WorkAs I always say, one of the things I enjoy most about what I do is the capacity to be surprised. There have been times, previously described, when I discover the families I visit enjoy playing these games, and I turn that to my advantage, but they usually involve tightening the binding and gag in some way. On one occasion, however, I actually had to loosen the binding – let me explain.The Games Players at Work6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This particular family was headed up by the owner of a specialist art store – not something you would normally expect to attract my attention, but I had seen the pictures of the family in the local press, and the way they dressed as well as the jewellery they wore had caught my eye.
Marcus Holding was in his early forties, as was his wife Jennifer. She had short reddish brown hair, and was, shall we say, fuller of figure than her husband. Her eleven year old daughters, Madeline and Paige, took after their father, slim of figure with long reddish-brown hair. When
MonroeBlonde hair.Monroe1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
.:Girls Only Movie Night:.It was one of those rare days for them where they both had a day off. After weeks of not having a day in the whole calendar where they would have clicked with the free days, always being busy with shoots, interviews, gym and training schedules, not to even mention the actual program tapings, both Cordelia and Phoenix finally had a day of girl time together. Not that they didn't spend all of their time doing stuff together already, but it sometimes you just needed to take a break from being the top heel girl duo in the company..:Girls Only Movie Night:.6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What had been a day full of gossiping, shopping and sitting in various cafés, had to obviously end to a movie night. Sharing a hotel room together, the girls had little to no problem setting stuff up for them to watch and enjoy, the biggest problem being the huge selection of Netflix movies they had to choose from and both of them wanting to watch different things. So far the night had been filled with a healthy dose of both romantic
Introverted LaundryThey say there is a positive in almost everything. I don't have a washing machine. However, that forces me to leave the house at a time when I may not otherwise see the light of day.Introverted Laundry5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The lack of possessing this object forces me to attempt to burst my bubble of introversion this morning, or - at least - roll it through the streets. Myself; a hamster trapped in a ball full of dirty linen.
.:The Beauty and The Wallflower:.He didn't really like being in a house party where he barely knew anyone else except the people he came in with. Jael eyed the odd crowd of people around him, examining people dressed in various Halloween costumes, having a blast with the drinks and thumping music. Jael himself, he really didn't feel like partying. He was only around because the rest of the group had been up for going after Rahmiel had been asked to come over to the party. Apparently it was some sort of a work thing, Jael had no idea. He didn't even recognize any of the people around, with or without the costumes..:The Beauty and The Wallflower:.6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Leaning against the wall in the corner, he watched the dancing people - he could spot Justin in his little devil horns having the time of his life with the ladies, and he was pretty sure Rahmiel was standing by talking to some people he had no idea who they were. One was dressed in a tall hat and a mustache, and the other one was ghost, while Rahmiel was sporting his usual angel look.
.:Not The Deepest Apologies:."James!".:Not The Deepest Apologies:.1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The little blond head of the seven year old James Cole popped up as soon as he heard his mother calling his name across the backyard, the bright blue eyed boy looking straight towards the house, seeing the blonde woman in a long, brightly colored summer dress standing by the backdoor, waiving her hand at him. He waved back with a smile, before turning his attention back into burning the ants crawling in the sand pile with his magnifying glass.
"James, can you come here for a second?"
The boy ditched his most prized possession in the sand pile, trying to remind himself later to come pick it up again as he got up, skipping through the yard towards the house. Dressed in dark shorts and plain white t-shirt, he had already gotten it messed up in dirt and it had dark splatters all over the front and the back. His bare knees were scratched as well and they were also dirty from all the crawling he had done in the
.:Carpe Diem:.”What about him, then?” Alex lifted his eyes from the drink in his hand for a moment, eyes scanning the direction the brunette woman nodded her head into. By the bar he spotted a relatively tall looking blond man, his hair brushed neatly over his head as his hazel eyes glared down to the glass in his hand..:Carpe Diem:.16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Alex snorted quietly, Viola sending him a glare. “Come on, you don’t know if you don’t even try!”
“How do you even know he swings my way,” Alex questioned the woman sitting by him, Viola rolling her eyes at him. “You know I know these kind of things. Look at him,” she motioned towards the man by the bar with her free hand, the other one holding up her drink, “He’s dressed so much more neatly than anyone else around here – well except maybe for you that is – his hair is actually well maintained and I swear I can smell his cologne all the way up here. No s
The Last KittenThe Last Kitten1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Harry always held a keen eye for the meek; even in shadowed places. And one morning in June of a year for which he’d stopped caring to keep the number, he happened upon a hidden grove in the outskirts of the ruins of Seattle. He hadn’t thought much of it, at first—he’d seen plenty of overgrowth since the Sickness all but destroyed civilization. But after closer inspection of what he’d initially presumed to be a discarded coat, he found a lone feline mother and her kittens, only recently dead. Even through the foggy lenses of his gas mask, it was obvious they weren’t breathing.
Although he’d felt the sadness welling up within him, he knew there was no relief for it, and turned to leave. That is, until he heard the faintest of sounds. The tiny, weakened mewing of a kitten. He froze. He waited.
There it was again! Harry turned then and quietly stepped back to the group
I'm In Love With A Girl Named SeventeenI'm so fucking happy. Wanna know why? I'll tell you why, but I've gotta tell you a story first...I'm In Love With A Girl Named Seventeen2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was waiting in line at a sandwich shop when an an enormous chicken walked in. I hastily pretended to go down the hall to the bathroom - I am very frightened of large chickens.
Standing by the bathroom door I busied myself with the Words-With-Friends game on my iPhone. I made the word "et," which means "and" in french. A beautiful girl came out of the the ladies restroom across the hall. She was wearing a ginormous purple sweater. When she saw me she stopped and flashed me a big friendly smile.
"Hello!" she said, "you look pretty! Would you like to go on a date with me?"
"I would," I said, "but there's this big chicken in line and I'm afraid of big chickens."
"Oh you poor thing! I'm sorry you're having to go through this. Here - I'll stand with you so
you won't get bored."
Flash FictionsSiren's Call:Flash Fictions2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I am not at all surprised. I stopped being surprised centuries ago.
Forever taking, those mongrel maidens of seaweed soft hair and haunting, enchanting eyes. They never stop and never sleep, for why sleep when all you want is the rush? "The rush of what?", I always ask. But though they love me dearly, as they keep me as close as possible, they will never answer my question.
For that, I hate them.
I hate their loveliness; their lure; their love for death and destruction, for I am the one whom pays! Yes, I always pay for their foolishness, for their need. Yet, sadly- oh, the tragedy!- I cannot stop them. For I am the waves of which they swim in; the waves of which men die in; the waves in which their song carries across.
Which is why I can say that I am, frankly, not at all surprised.
They say heartache makes you stronger... but for what? Is it worth it? Is the pain of a metaphoric breaking heart that spills black ink meant to signify r
Broke Part 15Part 15Broke Part 155 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Closing his eyes wouldn’t change a thing. Aviator would still see darkness, thanks to the rather thick blindfold on him. Still, he did it anyway. He gulped, trying to get rid of the dry feeling in the back of his mouth. But it didn’t leave, and his impending doom remained with it. Moving his arms and running away wasn’t an option; they were tied to the post behind him. This was it. This was how everything would end.
He’d never find out if Zek recovered from his surgery.
He’d never be able to relax for a moment.
He’d never go home again. Never be free.
Just the thoughts of the simpler pleasures in life made Aviator’s eyes water up, but he couldn’t let them see it. See that he was weak. They weren’t g
60 For 60: The Valley of Fear (2)A/N: “I have no more notion than you how long it is to last," Holmes answered with some asperity. "If criminals would always schedule their movements like railway trains, it would certainly be more convenient for all of us.”60 For 60: The Valley of Fear (2)5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Travelling back from Birlstone, our first train was late by an hour and the second by two. We finally arrived back in London past midnight, Holmes somewhat annoyed.
In an attempt to lighten the situation, I said: “You know, Holmes—criminals do schedule their movements like railway trains!”
And that is why I am spending the night at my club.
A/N: [McGinty] was popular; for he had a rough, jovial disposition which formed a mask, covering a great deal which lay behind it.
The murderer proved to be a respectable, charming, handsome man.
“Never judge a man by his personal qualities,” said Holmes.
I thought back to my friend’s detachment as he examined the girl’s body. “No,” I agreed.
DreamersA screenwriter buys the cheapest cup of coffee the shop offers and sits down in a corner with their laptop. Occasionally staring out the window, they write. Surrounded by an ever-changing flow of sleek business people and college kids who spill the sugar all over and don’t clean it up, they write.Dreamers1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One day they might make it big. One day they’ll win an Oscar or a Tony or an Emmy and this will all have been worth it. It’s worth it now. They know. But, one day.
You write your soul onto the page. The story or the poem or the play could be about anything, but really it’s about your soul. Instead of tacking their heart on their sleeve it’s locked between their pages.
They’ll give their heart away to anyone who’ll have it. Most of the time no one wants it. So they’ll sit in the corner with their laptop and their coffee that they can’t really afford.
They might make it big one day.
UndefinedShe was a whore by their standards; a worthless girl who never committed to a relationship. “She sleeps with anyone who has a pulse,” They said. She longed for a day where she could run away, where no one could judge her, where her memories of this town would disappear.Undefined1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She had no friends. She sat alone, wanting to be defined by something other than a condom. She went to her table defeated, but was shocked to see another person sitting there. He was a divisive man, someone who attracted many but was rejected by the same amount of people. She was ashamed to talk with him; didn't he hear the rumors? Before she could say a word, he comforted her. Suddenly, she knew he wasn't like the others, that she could trust him.
From that day on, she made a friend.