Uncle Charlie's Got the Rots AgainUncle Charlies got the rots again, down with the disease again. They may have to take the other leg this time, at least the foot. He just lays there in bed most of the time, staring out at something only he sees. Grandma Carol tries not to cry when she goes in to tend to him, but he must hear her all the way from the kitchen as she sits there crying over the potatoes. Slice, slice, slice; a little more gone each time. I sit on the porch and think how we all die like that; piece by piece as the good things turn rancid and are cut away. I wonder if Uncle Charlie sees Aunt Martha, seven years gone now. I kind of bet he does.Uncle Charlie's Got the Rots Again2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
afternoon tea"Oh, I wish I were thinner."afternoon tea3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You're thin enough already."
"Don't say that! I mean, look at me!"
"You look slimmer than I do."
"Ugh, just a few pounds, that's all I'm asking."
"Don't do anything stupid."
"No, I'm serious. I'd do anything to lose all of this."
"…would you really?"
"Duh. Maybe I should just stop eating. I don't think it would be that difficult."
"Don't do that."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Oh, that. Ha, ha! You can't think I was serious—"
"It's not fun."
"First your hair falls out. Then your skin turns yellow. And then you can't keep your balance on a perfectly level sidewalk."
"Yeah, okay, I get it—"
"Then your collarbones appear. And your ribs. You'll hide from your sister when you change so she doesn't ask questions about the space that's appeared between your thighs."
"Hey, what are you even talking about?"
"And then you lose your period. And your ability
Let me drift awaySammy loves me, and loves getting me high.Let me drift away1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He gives me a handful of pills, and I'm happy.
Uppers make me a different person,
maybe even a better person, in moderation,
but enough is never enough,
and I don't stop until my mind is floating,
a million miles above this shitty world.
I want to do anything, and everything,
but some things shouldn't be done.
When the pills wear off, i'm left with a mess.
But downers are the best, they calm me down,
and give my tired brain a rest from endless thoughts.
I can just check out of my body, forget the memories,
forget everything. Sometimes I even forget me.
I think I could stare at the ocean forever,
imagining the life I'll never have.
But it doesn't make me sad to think about,
because the pills have done their job,
and I'm just happy to be here thinking,
only in this moment, I need nothing.
But the tide comes in and something changes,
the sound of the waves seems wrong,
suddenly I know it's not enough,
to just be here, watching, thin
It's CHRISSMSMHPPPHHHHH - part 1Robber BabyIt's CHRISSMSMHPPPHHHHH - part 13 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Robber Baby, pull that rope around the arms Of me.
been an awful good girl, Robber baby,
so hurry through the window tonight.
Robber baby, Please use the scarf near you,
It’ll keep me nice and quiet, that’s true,
Robber baby, so hurry through the window tonight.
Think of all the jewels you’ll find,
Think of the helpless girl you’ll have to bind,
Next year I can look just as good,
But I want you to come in and be so kind,
Robber baby, I wanna feel,
the tape from the red roll you peel,
Been an angel all year,
Robber baby, so hurry through the window tonight.
Robber honey, there's something you need to stuff,
Into my little mouth,
Robber honey, so hurry through the window tonight.
Robber cutie, and pull the rope tight around my knees,
And pull my ankles right back,
Robber cutie, and hurry through the window tonight.
Come and tie me on the bed
Wrap one more big scarf around my head,
I really do want you to,
The Heart's SlowingBaby's breath: ossified, bone white, still.The Heart's Slowing1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Cookie Calamity -Toon- -Req.-The alleyway was quiet, save for the hum of a few air conditioners. A black-and-white kitten by the name of Color wandered by himself along the alley; he'd never been to this alley before, and wanted to do some exploring. Occasionally he would pause and peek into a trash can in search of something shiny, but for some reason all the trash was dull and boring today.Cookie Calamity -Toon- -Req.-2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As he passed by the back door of one building in particular, a scent coming from it made him stop in his tracks.
Color's nose hadn't betrayed him. That building was a bakery, the newly opened Sprocket Bros. Bakery to be more precise, and someone was baking cookies inside.
Discreetly the kitten pushed the door open, glancing back and forth. He'd definitely entered the kitchen, and it appeared to be vacant, not a butcher or baker or candlestick maker in sight. The scent of cookies was still strong, though.
Surely no one would notice if I pinched just one cookie. Maybe tw
A Blanket Statement -Toon-It was a cold autumn evening. If not for the science expo in town, Snapdragon wouldn't have ever ventured outside. His teeth chattered as he wrapped his tail around himself in a futile attempt to warm himself.A Blanket Statement -Toon-3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Snapdragon was a dark green alligator (or was he a crocodile? Even HE was never sure) with a light green underbelly that extended along his arms and legs. His snout was elongated, and his back bore two vertical columns of slightly longer, black scales. Most distinguishing was his scaly hide, which was incredibly coarse front and back; his scales were so rough they could be used to sand wood.
I'm so COLD! I'd better find some extra insulation before I retire to my hotel room.
Glancing up, Snapdragon noticed that he was passing by the expo grounds. Despite the expo not opening until the next day, he could see that one of the exhibits was open. The words "BLANKET MAKER" graced the top of a large, cubical thing the size of
ThalliumThallium is blooming.Thallium6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She is a million possibilities and one, a billion possible outcomes. And she is also what has not yet been when the sun sets in the evening.
Her path is not quite set in stone yet, but she is already much different than whatever she could have been. Every choice, every divergence she has taken she wears on her skin, like a regal mantle of rust and dust, for that is what truly defines her, and identity is the one thing she sorely longs for.
It is always about finding a way forward with her, a way to keep advancing in spite of all the weight she bears on her skin, of all the rust that has accumulated over the years. So, she will press forward no matter the cost, for the only true death lies in inactivity. It is all about having something to show at the end of the day, something to make it all worth it, something to justify the scars and the bruises.
She has most certainly suffered her fair share, or so she thinks at least, and yet it still stings just as bad every b
Mental OverflowThe knowledge flowed continuously into her mind to the point of overwhelming her consciousness.Mental Overflow6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Its straining contents quickly softened her once malicious will until breaking it down completely, leaving barely even a split second of soulless thought before it was reformed into a more meek and docile vessel more susceptible to seeking academia.
What was once a throbbing pain that her head was forced to endure quickly morphed into a seeping ecstasy that gradually waned.
Mere moments later, the sensations ceased, and any thoughts pertaining to her former self were all but wiped to make way for a new consciousness that came with its own hopes and desires.
Her rebirth was complete.
Darkness in the Light [Contest Entry]Was it not darkness that usually reminded one of a sense of loneliness?Darkness in the Light [Contest Entry]3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Some found comfort in darkness, that was true-- but she had always thought that darkness made people feel lonely. That darkness was overwhelmingly infinite, and made people feel like there was a dark hole inside of them, even if they were not alone.
One would assume that being in a cave would be considered one of the darkest places, especially if one were to venture into the deepest parts of the cave.. yet, this particular cave was anything but dark. If anything, her crystals simply illuminated the dark crevices of the cave that she sought refuge to the very core. Gentle violet rays painted its surfaces with a light tint of purple, the crystals that she had made glowing warmly. It really made her feel at home, seeing how the crystals were her creations after all. Unlike the malignant air that came from the homes of those that had oh-so kindly taken her into their humble abode; only to see her as a mere
OW: Throne of Bones"A little more to the left."OW: Throne of Bones1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The black-eyed boy scrambled back, eyes narrowed as he studied the positioning of the chair. He stood on his tip toes, then tilted his head to the left, then to the right, then crossed his arms and squinted. A part of him suggested this needed to be perfect if it was going to align with the position of the moon. He picked up his draft sheet and held it out in front of him... then turned it around, because it was upside-down.
"Like here?" called the purple-clad boy that huffed and ran a hand across his forehead, fingers brushing against the mask attached to the side of his neck. He grunted as he pushed against the chair again, the sound of bone scraping against flooring echoing through the hallways of the Necromancy building.
Samhain pointed. "No, there."
"You're pointing forward, Sammy!" the other huffed, flopping down onto the floor. With another heavy puff, Boo leaned his head back against the bone chair and let his strained muscles relax. "An
ManThere were rusty stars in his hair and the paint was peeling off the pencil he used to draw margins in his notebook.Man1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He often wondered how many times the window had been broken before it had started to look like a spiderweb.
It no longer made sense to count the seconds measured by the pendulum heart of the grandfather clock.
It would be no use to pick up the large white moths stuck in the tar on the windowsill at night.
A good man is held together by nails of iron and his tears will always merge with spells of rain.
His father gave him a cloak of silence when they watched the rye falling on the ground in the last storm they shared.
Every night he would swim in the crystal pool of a glass of whiskey like a lake of intoxicating brass.
His sister was knitting a lace dress to capture the pale light of the orchard on a clear day.
One day he would stand next to his bride, straight like a bolt of lightning that pierces the dark.
He would make a tall wooden chair to help him and his sons to ru
PatriarchHis face kept changing by the flickering fire, his dark coat like a stain over a half-ripened barley field.Patriarch1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The accordion his son played on the stone stairs wheezed out music while he was drowning in his sorrows.
On the cards scattered on the table were drawn wavering rings of red around the idea of a true religion.
Who would not flinch from his wooden face and the sharp shadows clinging to his nose?
Between the black and the white keys of the accordion, he could still hear the laments of holier ghosts.
He would patiently turn the shallow crust of the earth sprinkled upon the dead to sow the seeds.
The slaughtered rooster cried again in a human voice under the scarlet moon.
The wheelbarrow tracks in the clay turned into the forbidden spells carved onto the skins of the first men.
He drunk spirits to soothe his soul promised to lesser devils for a handful of coins.
an impossible crime She needed to be left alone with her thoughts. The whole day was dedicated to working out the kinks in Liam's already-sound strategy. She was sure the man was already insulted enough with his plans having to be looked over by someone who is still in training, and even more insulting since this apprentice was the least respected one in the castle.an impossible crime2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"She's not fit to be a strategist."
"She doesn't belong here."
"She doesn't even deserve to be the strategists' predecessor."
Lya felt tears burn in her eyes while she pulled her coat tighter around herself, avoiding the gazes of some students passing by her in the hallway. A foot suddenly stuck out; she almost tripped over it, and heard the two laugh among themselves as they left. Was it really worth her time to climb up the ranks as a strategist? She was horrible in other tasks, be it sowing, crafting, cooking, fighting, even charting, and even then, she had the lea
Dear SantaDear Santa,Dear Santa3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My name is Emily Harris. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?
My Christmas list this year is different. There are no unicorns, pretty dolls with pretty dresses, or iPods mentioned. In fact, I don’t think any of these things can be wrapped—which is a little unorthodox, isn’t it? I hope that’s okay.
For Christmas this year, I would like:
- A gentle snowfall on the 25th of December; I want to share the beauty with everyone.
- A warm meal delivered to the man I see at the park every day; I don’t think he gets those very often
- A steady job for the woman next door; she deserves it, I think.
- And my mom. If that’s okay.
I’m nineteen now. I know that no amount of cookies or milk will bring you down my chimney on Christmas Eve. I know that no amount of letters will make a bundle of presents appear under my tree on Christmas morning.
But I want to believe that magic exists. And if it does...well, why can’t you?
(december feeling) unfinished draftSuddenly I'm back in the diner. I'm telling dad about a video game. He doesn't respond, he just nods and smiles, he can't possibly understand what I'm talking about. He told me before that he liked to play arcade games when he was a teenager, but they're too complicated now. He was born too early to follow them. He never tells me to stop talking about it.(december feeling) unfinished draft2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We're in the car now. He's telling me about how sometimes things you like leave you behind. He's saying this because I asked him why he stopped playing in the arcade. But he motions toward the passenger seat in the car, which is always left empty. I want him to tell me more about it. I don't want him to be upset.
PhotographyHe loved nothing more than capturing the world on his digital camera. A quick press on the tiny button could make a fleeting moment last an eternity. He could hold time in his hands and freeze every perfect instance, immortalizing its beauty. Every still frame held a story within, and nothing brought him more pride than when he recalled each detail with vivid clarity.Photography3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No two pictures were ever the same – he knew that when a moment passed, it was gone forever. There was no second chance of the same scene. The same circumstances. The same feelings and actions. So he did his best to commit every special scene to memory.
The world was its most beautiful when he saw it through the lens. Magical, it all was! The way all the colors blended and contrasted with one another. The way he would move, ever so slightly, and the world shifted its focus on something new. It awed him how a tiny glass window could enhance what he saw with his own two eyes.
He never called himself a photographer. He
UntitledThere was a crash in the corridor and she started, throwing the coverlet off as she sat up in the bed, glancing around her in confusion. Falconer rubbed a hand across her eyes, yawning and stumbled over to the door, opening it. Young, respectable women didn’t venture out of their rooms at night but curiosity drove her to the source of the commotion.Untitled13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her father and two of the household guards were struggling with a fourth figure. Falconer raised the small lantern she held, casting light in a wider circle. None of the men appeared to take notice of her yet. Until the boy rolled, bringing his knee up into the crotch of one of the men. The man cursed, curling up into a tight ball as he gripped the sensitive part of himself.
The boy was on his feet and darting for the front door before the remaining two could catch hold of him. Falconer gaped, dropping the light. What she’d taken for deformity of his back wasn’t. He had wings.
His eyes landed on her and she froze, caught i
Big sister Damia watched her little sister sleep, smiling slightly. It had been a long time since Leah had slept free of nightmares, but then again, it’d be a long time since Damia had, too.Big sister2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Leah’s hair fell in her face; Damia chuckled at the sight.
She looks younger when she’s asleep…for once, she isn’t trying to take on the world.
Damia looked up slightly as Leah’s breathing got more and more irregular, a sign that she was near waking. Damia hummed under her breath, waiting.
It took a few minutes, but Leah did wake up, her ocean-blue eyes focusing on Damia. Damia smiled, tucking the blanket up around her sister.
“Stop fussing, Damia..” Leah said, her voice still thick from sleep.
“You’re always cold, little one. You need the blanket nice and w