EnvyLet me introduce myself, for my name is Envy. You may recognise me as one of the Seven Deadly Sins.Envy2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It’s my duty, in which I take great pleasure in, is to show you – yes, you – what coveted items and people others have while you possess absolutely nothing. They’re far greater than you, weakling, and that fact alone drives you crazy. So crazy that you grow embittered and resentful towards them because of your so-called inferior complex.
I have no physical form, therefore I reside in the body of a temptress with eyes as green as earthly emeralds. As you gaze into my eyes, there’s no escape – you’re simply held captive under my magnetic power. Once you’re mine, I’ll have access to every single jealous thought you have, displayed open like some pathetic story pertaining to your misery.
You feel my gentle breath caressing your ear as I whisper encouragement.
The Walls of DeceptionYou once pleaded with me to follow you through one of the Doors of Perception, but I didn't want to take that trip. No, I had my happy and successful future all mapped out, and it was supposed to put me on a different plane than the one you were flying high on.The Walls of Deception2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Yet you were the one who landed laughing. My trip ended in a crash. You are still seemingly young and wild and free. The world can remain your oyster, with you as its pearl.
I am trapped here, where I have found myself encircled by walls which themselves are surrounded by trenches and barbed wire. This is a prison of my own making, a hellish price I pay for my deceit, my errors, my never-rectified human mistakes. The system chained me, tried me, convicted me and won't ever again allow me to know freedom.
I rarely dream now, but when I do it is of you and that endless trip you're still on. You are still a diamond, Lucy - a diamond in the sky.
The MirrorDear Diary,The Mirror1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Sorry I missed you yesterday, but I was dead on my feet when we got home. Can you believe Mom took me antiquing yesterday? Seriously, ANTIQUING. Could you have picked a more old lady hobby? I swear, we were out for HOURS, wandering around these musty old shops, poking at shit that doesn’t work anymore. Ugh, what a waste of a Saturday.
We went AGAIN. Back to the oldest, dustiest antique shop so Mom could buy the china plates she talked herself out of yesterday. Please tell me I don’t have to eat off those ugly blue things. Gross.
It wasn’t a total loss though; while Mom was haggling over the price, I wandered off to check out the old cameras again. Those were actually kinda cool. That’s when I saw this huge, black mirror I swear wasn’t there yesterday. It must be a century old – thick, ornate frame, tarnished sil
FrigidEveryone fled New England. No one wanted to deal with the cold winter would bring. Making heat without electricity for months at a time was less appealing than traveling south, so most did just that. The entire region was filled with ghost towns, homes and schools and hospitals abandoned and left to rot.Frigid1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Fall came and went in a blur while I prepared my home, prepared to hibernate. Harvesting, canning, gathering, building. I needed a solid few months of rest after all of the work it took to get ready.
Winter was a cruel season, cold and snowy, wet and freezing. Frigid outside but warm in here. An Abundance of wood to keep the fire burning. Living on canned and pickled vegetables, dried fruit and meat. Water could be boiled. Hot soup for lunch today. I'm eyeing the packet of hot coco. It's the last one. I hesitate, part of me wanting to save it but what in the world would I save it for?
I'll call this a celebration. Here's to me surviving the winter. I'm tired but healthy. Lon
TickleSlideNarain had been waiting for this for the last ten minutes. The nine-year-old originally from southern India was spending the day at a waterpark with his family, and a brand new ride had opened up called the tickle slide. The brown skinned, black haired boy with brown eyes had been excited about this ride ever since he’d heard about it, and now he had a chance to finally go in it, now the crowds were parting mainly for lunch.TickleSlide4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The boy was strapped in. “You will be tickled,” the operator said, as the slender lad was strapped stomach down onto a feathery surface. He was only wearing swim shorts, and since he’d just had lunch recently, they’d dried out, so it made sense to go here now. The boy giggled excitedly. His arms were attached to little cuffs, which were suspended on rails. His legs were bent at the knees and the soles of his tender bare feet faced up. They were locked into position, too.
The ride started. Large jets propelled the boy off down the slide
Flying HighThe YMCA is throbbing through the sound system and a girl is crying in the pitch-black bathroom stall behind me. I wash my hands too quickly so as to drown the sound out with the hand-dryer; it sounds like caves sealing their secrets and I slip out past a tide of giggling young women in wedge-heels and back down the stairs into the fray. I wasn’t being cold-hearted; I just didn’t know the girl. It was none of my business. People often drank too much, cried, vomited, went home and blogged about the ‘Best Night Ever!!!1one!’; who was I to get involved?Flying High2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Back in the main room I forgot the ceiling. It was too tall, too impossibly far away, so I decided it didn’t exist. I shrieked for another two vodka cokes from the bartender and tried not to look at his tentacle squirming under the skirt of the girl serving glow-in-the-dark shots. Not my business either and as I turned away, fishing the lemon awkwardly out of one of the glasses, I heard a sh
Negative FontShe wrote to you in papyrus.Negative Font1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The typeface contradicts the bitter adieu written on the page. Each word makes you hate calligraphy. You imagine her sitting, her back against the ocean, listening to the wind within the reeds. She ran away to him and summer; you remain with nothing and the winter.
You rip pages from your notebook, pick up a pen and scrawl in Impact. You forget she’s long gone and throw the memories away.
Emotions and Sensations: InspirationInspiration is a fickle spirit.Emotions and Sensations: Inspiration20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Snickers drift in her wake, bubbly and contagious. A smirk dances across her lips, laced with mystery. Her silk gown, blue and pink like the skies from all time, sway around her with graceful swishes. Capricious by heart, she does what she wants. She's weightless without burdens. She's always there when you're occupied and gone when you're free. She appears in every fleeting moment and leaves in the next. Her skin, her limbs, her fingertips - they're transparent to the eyes. She's the force no one expects to meet. Her hair is a galactic ocean, a sight to marvel over. Locks of it expand and branch out to every nook, to every cranny of the universe.
She is inspiration, and she's anywhere and everywhere at once.
2016 OC Valentine's Exchange In TributeTo Aedan The Grey's Dane Cousland2016 OC Valentine's Exchange In Tribute3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
What a marvelous father you came to be, to a child not of your own get. A troubled soul, a weary heart, haunted by days gone by. A regal man, befit to be king, you astonish me with how you make it seem so easy.
But a look deeper into your eyes, beyond that easy going smile tells of the pain I wish I could help wash away. You worry more for other's sakes instead of your own, naming you an honor bound man for all to behold. But, alas, you find yourself wed, so a shadow Valentine shall I send.
Foerever an admirer loyal to you,
.:You Don't Need A Costume To Be A Princess:.Letting out a content sigh, the silver haired young angel curled under the blanket, snuggling the side of her head against the shoulder of the raven haired girl sitting on the couch next to her. Felicity glanced quickly down on the girl sitting next to her, sending Lumi a little smile before her hand reached for the mouse sitting on the couch on her other side, clicking Netflix on on the laptop screen..:You Don't Need A Costume To Be A Princess:.4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“I can hardly imagine spending the Valentine’s Day in any better way than this,” Lumi sighed, watching as Felicity scrolled through the selection of the movies in the romance section of the site, the other girl answering back to her with just a little nod. “Cuddling under a blanket with my girl with cups of tea and cookies while it’s snowing outside and watching the corniest stuff we can find. It’s perfect.”
“Should we watch a Disney movie?” Felicity asked, pair of blue eyes glancing tow
''The Hobo'' Writing Practice - Critique? The sun dropped lower over the distant hills, elongating the shadows around the trainyard. He sat behind a pile of discarded locomotive parts, looking left and right with caution as he heard his next ride approaching. The haunting howl of the train's whistle was coming around slowly but surely. He could feel the soft rumble of the heavy engine shaking the very earth. The familiarity of this routine was more comfort to him than any white picket fence or manicured front lawn could ever provide. He clutched the neck of his old, splintering guitar in his hands and waited.''The Hobo'' Writing Practice - Critique?3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
He hunkered down closer to the protective shadows of his hiding spot as the light from the train approached. The tracks shuddered as it began to pass by him. The train's engine whipped by, and the lone hobo hurried to run alongside the massive metal beast, seeking out an opening. His worn shoes didn't provide much protection from the quarried rocks that lined the tracks, but the exhilaration of
Small PeopleSmall people.Small People5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
That's what they were. Small people in a small room speaking big thoughts about a bigger world about which they know nothing beyond what they have read or been told second-, third-, or even fourth-hand.
They built individual soapboxes, bolstered by raised voices and belligerent self-centeredness. They yelled and bickered and sniped at cross-purposes, mistaking overheard anecdotes for evidence, and arguers for the embodiment of their arguments.
There were a few that did not speak up, because what was there to say about a subject on which you know nothing?
Yet, the others were making a career out of it. Soon they would be demanding their exorbitant speaking fees and writing their memoirs about how they KNOW what is best and how everyone else is WRONG.
Meanwhile, in the small poor impoverished country these small people were linguistically masturbating over, a small boy dies of starvation.
But that’s okay. Because it’s a long way from the soap-
Vals NocturnoVagando por las tierras nocturnas que cambian ante mis ojos, mi alma desea ser liberada del pecado. La condena. Preciosa condena. Recorro las tristes calles bajo una luna que no parece ser real. Un bello paisaje tras ambiciones humanas. Recorrido común. La arboleda de siempre, las estrellas de siempre, y quien todas las noches camina por estos senderos oscuros, disfrutando del viento que acaricia su rostro y juega con su cabello, sin notar mi presencia. Más esta noche se detiene, observando la danza de las hojas que caen del cielo nocturno y entonces florece una sonrisa melancólica. Esta noche, a diferencia de otras, parece haber olvidado la existencia del tiempo, su apresurado caminar se ha vuelto pesado y sombrío. La luz de la luna abrazando su cuerpo se torna un cuadro irresistible. Sus ojos, que estaban alzados al cielo, se vuelven hacia mí. Sorpresa, incomodidad, temor. Retoma su camino a un paso más apresurado que bajo otras lunas, obligando a su rosVals Nocturno3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Beyond the HorizonClouds radiated across the sky in sweeping arcs, crystalline white against luminescent azure. As far as the eye could see, just sky and land—a flat, gray-brown expanse, the horizon so unbroken by trees or structures that the wind galed almost constantly across it. He had never seen a place so empty and unmoved. If not for the wind and the clouds shifting over head, he may have believed the world had stopped, frozen in a breath of time.Beyond the Horizon3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
His older companion smiled down at him, a hint of mischief in silver-green eyes.
“You seem surprised; surely, you did not believe the mountains went on forever?”
He shook his head.
“I knew the mountains end; I’ve seen the ocean, and walked through forests and rolling hills. But this…?”
He shook his head again. He had no words for how it made him feel.
“There is much to the world that you have yet to experience or learn about,” his companion informed him.
Those eyes, ageless with wisdom, gazed across t
A bump on the road Feb. 4.2016I sat over him.A bump on the road Feb. 4.20161 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
He looked up at me with a lazy grin on his face, our fingers twined. It was nice.
Then he let out a heavy breath.
"I don't want it to be over," he sighed. "Why does we have to break up?"
"Babe, it's gonna happen. I told you from the beginning."
"And you're just gonna leave. Just like that."
I didn't want to answer. But my silence was enough. He turned his head away.
"It doesn't make our time together mean anything less. It doesn't." He didn't look at me. "I could have not talked to you. We could have not gotten together. Spend my last months here never getting to be together. But I wanted to be with you. I could have done anything else, but I wanted to be with you. Even if for a little while."
I touched his cheek to face me but he closed his eyes and sighed once more.
"I love you. God fucking dammit, I love you," his voice almost a whisper. "But it's so easy for you to drop me, isn't it?" He looked me hard in the face again.
I wondered if I should be completely honest w
Where my lucky stars crossed. I got lost out there somewhere, but I don't remember when. They did say that being off the medicine so long would make me go back to normal. Or, not so normal. I forget sometimes that I'm the one with the problem.Where my lucky stars crossed. 2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I remember brushing the dust off of my shoes when I got off the bus. Where I'd come from, there wasn't a lot of grass. The ground was just dry dirt. It got everywhere, in people's houses, in the stores, in my shoes. It was something that I'd gotten used to, but when I got off and saw the grass everywhere, it made me more conscious of it.
I took the last of my pills at the bus station. It made the bus ride a little more comfortable, and I remembered where I was supposed to get off. But once I did get off, I got lost out there somewhere. I don't remember when.
FLF - Prompt3 - FrigidHer gaze was frigid yet blazingly intense at the same time. I didn’t know why she stared at me like that. Maybe it was because of the camera. Little did I know that would be the last time I would see her or that this photograph I took of her would become so well-known. It makes me wish that I never took it. That maybe if I never took it, somehow, things would be different and she’d still be here, that she’d still be alive. I know it wouldn’t have mattered but I can’t help wishing all the same. I can’t help but blame myself for not keeping tabs on her.FLF - Prompt3 - Frigid5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
They all keep telling me that it’s not my fault. How could it be? I wasn’t the one who killed her. But I’m her older sister. I was supposed to be looking out for her. I should have gone with her that night. Then at least, something would have been different. She might have lived. I knew how much she wanted to see that band but I- I couldn’t go. I placed my work before my own sist
InebriationI am a loner always have been always will be, I’m a bit reluctant to see my friends because of the inexplicable pressure that I’m open to, despite self-pity the one thing I was deprived of was a relationship though between sleep and the nautical edifice of life some lines were established those ultimately left me irresolute and not to blame an unhinged god left me more destitute people see me and they say the anatomy of one horribly derailed I could go through life bemoaning my horrible insurrection and mental friends that I do have or the smell of pheromones that easily lead the blind to be ultimately vague, not in order to descry or hinder the reception loneliness comes easy to me and can be seen and scanned in the walls I will find stability though it should take some time and not without a sense of truthfulness hands go out to people and the common conversation borders on the simple and coarse observations which is not uncommon and necessary to tradition and law, fear gInebriation4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Nine LivesHer 1st life:Nine Lives1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
She walked out across the street, not noticing the bus coming full-speed at her. A male jumped out and grabbed her right before it would have hit her.
"I promise to protect you," he whispered in her ear.
Her 2nd life:
She skated down the ice rink giggling happily with her friends. She hit a bump in the ice and began to fall backwards. He grabbed her right before her head hit the ice.
"I promise to protect you," he whispered in her ear.
Her 3rd life:
She lay in a hospital bed dying of cancer. He wrapped his warm hand around her, "I promise to protect you," he whispered in her ear.
She survived the cancer.
Her 4th life:
She drove her car down the street late at night. Unaware of the traffic around her, she proceeded to drive through a red light. He appeared beside her, as though he was there the whole time, and lifted her calmly out of the seat, taking her spot. He swerved away from the traffic.
"I promise to protect you," he whispered in her ear.
Her 5th life:
She was cook
Chapter 1 Part 1 Spirit ScalesThe night was dark and frigid as the two men scoured the forest. The first man was tall, taller than most men, with straight, black hair that fell to his shoulders. He wore a black jacket with a high collar that buttoned up on the side with simple black jeans and running shoes. His eyes were a piercing blue that shone in the moonlight. This tall lean one was named Zeron. The second man was as tall as Zeron, if one counted his brown spiked up hair. He was not as lean as Zeron, but made up for it in muscle, for he was of a blockier and sturdier build. He wore a thick vest for warmth, although it had no sleeves; his arms were too beefy for most attire and it freed his arms for easy movement. His jeans were simple and faded and he wore heavy- duty work boots. His name was Joel. He finally broke the silence.Chapter 1 Part 1 Spirit Scales5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“Zeron, how much longer will we search in this area?”
“As long as it takes.” He replied simply. Joel frowned, “Well then we should try something else becau
EscapeHis feet pounded on the dirt path and he looked over his shoulder. No guards were in sight, but he could hear the dogs. Faint light shone through the trees in the early morning. It wouldn’t be long now.Escape5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
He hastily brushed the low branch out of his path with his cuffed hands. Sharp thorns tore into his skin and left a lingering pain. No time to stop now. He caught some root with his foot and he tumbled, his restrained hands barely enough to break his fall. The man shook his head and sprang back up. The barking drew closer.
The trail broke through the trees and came to an end. A small grassy field field turned to rock and then ended at a cliff. He peered over the side. A river sped through the break in the rock far below. The guards and hounds had caught up to him. The beasts snarled at him, barking furiously and waiting for their command. He looked to the ledge once more. A guard shouted and the dogs charged. The man braced himself and plunged into the icy river below.
FoundlingHe had hoped and prayed for a child for years but as one season had turned into another with no change, he had given in. There would be no child to call his own or to hold. His advisors had suggested that he put his wife aside but he had refused. Love meant more than that, more than a child.Foundling1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
But that didn’t mean he was any less confused by the servant girl holding a wrapped bundle in her arms. Or why she had come to him directly. Numitor frowned, holding his hands out for the child. “May I see?”
The woman hesitated for a second, keeping her eyes lowered as she passed the squirming infant over to him. “I found the girl outside in your favorite garden.”
Numitor looked down, gently caressing the child’s head. “There was no one?”
“No, I saw no one and neither have the men who tended to your garden.” The servant girl spoke quietly. “My mother spoke of your wife and how… she was childless. I thought that perhaps…