Happy-go-luckyTwo tumblers. Love letter: never sent.Happy-go-lucky4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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, just with more blood, and he was only missing a few fingers, not a whole arm.Columbidae2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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 carri
.:Kiss And Don't Tell:.”I have a proposal for you.”.:Kiss And Don't Tell:.5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Viola lifted her eyes up from the book in her hands slightly reluctantly, glancing up to the blond standing in front of her by the library table. She flashed him a smile as she quickly placed her finger between the pages as the brunette closed the book, eyes locking on James.
“I heard about this thing that kids are doing on YouTube these days, as kind of a challenge.”
Viola raised a brow at him, tilting her head slightly to the side. She had gotten closer to James in the recent times, nothing that could be described as best friends or anything, no that title clearly fell for Alex instead of her. But since she had started hanging out with Alex a lot lately, all three of them had really gotten closer with each other.
This was still something that he had yet to propose to her even onc
Task 7: Preparing for battle - Gemini - textTask 7: Preparing for battle - Gemini - text5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The Cloaked World's newly created liveliness has taken an even crazier turn since the announcement several days ago. Who would think there was a Constellation Senshi out there who has been alive since the first incarnations of the team. Who would think he'd become such a twisted being, when the Senshi were meant for goodness and protecting.
Many of the Senshi have gathered in pairs to train, or practice their attacks on their own in one of the many training rooms suitable for the range of blasts. The twin girls of Gemini, Aria and Noel however have taken a bit longer to let everything settle in after the abrupt rage they felt when the news was delivered.
The name brings a tinge of nostalgia to the twins, but only as a minor echo of the past. No real memory of this past teammate, they no doubt had spent much time with. Both girls have taken to just being in the presence of each other silently,
UntitledSt. Petersburg, Russia. Summer. 2:35 AMUntitled1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
He hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting Maria Petrovna before. They had been on different sides of the First World War at the time. He’d been a medic on the front lines at Passchendaele, she’d been a nurse on the Russian home front. Similar occupations but little chance of meeting until now.
Her apartment was decorated in an early twentieth century style but it looked well cared for. Marcus glanced at the female vampire as she cleared her throat, standing in the living room doorway. It was easy enough to guess at what she wanted. “I already said no. I’m a courier, not one of your court. You can’t make me a part of your political games.”
Maria sighed, tucking a strand of chestnut brown hair out of her eyes. Out of court, she abandoned her makeup and carefully polished image. In her own home, she was a small, messy haired twenty year old. “Whether you believe it of me or not, that wasn’t my
ExasperationLike his cousin, said man defines himself that which not feminine and had been applying it to the rest of humanity cisgender or not for quite a while. His sleeves were pulled up,he washing his hands,up which were sticking after having eaten a grapefruit opposite a basin where there were an evident cloudiness of vomit. Adjacent to it was a stall scrawled with vulgarities offset by how de Kooning like the drawings were. “How the halga can anyone talk so much while in a toilet stall?”,thought Olaf eyebrows furrowed under his tousled hair while the murmuring went on. Impatiently he pulled down the polka dot sleeves of his wedding shirt (in spite of not going to marry soon) and barely caught a bus to work at the other building in the eastern part of the city.Exasperation1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
If there was anyplace where the disparity between the attitudes of men and women were shown most, it was in how public washrooms were like, thought Olaf. Demographics of the destitute, infirm or addicted asid
RRA: Log 1Runeland Badlands Expedition.RRA: Log 14 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
My first thought when reading the flier shoved under my nose was, “Heck no.” It did not sound appealing in the least. A resort (Iru whined) full of all kinds of cool new chimera and the like! I had ignored him for a long time.
I had work to do.
Lots of busy work.
Busy work that required me to ignore not-so-fun-sounding things like a trip to the Badlands.
Obviously Iru managed to whine me into it though. Since, you know, I am here now. My work load had seemed to lessen to such a point that a small vacation did not sound too bad or out of the question. Iru was ecstatic when I told him we would be able to go. Had even picked out our Chimera companion that would accompany us—one of the Meers. I had quickly dismissed THAT idea, claiming Centi our (at that time) newest addition was much more likely to enjoy the heat and surely we shouldn’t neglect him?
Iru had folded easily. Aibu was not happy about any of it.
Quite displeased that she wo
AnlegenAls die kühlblauen Nebelschwaden sich langsam beiseiteschoben und den Blick auf eine graue Wand dichten Dunstes freigaben, bahnte sich die Lacrima einen Weg durch die mit Eis und Schnee durchsetzten Wellen, wobei sie eine immer gleiche Melodie summte, während die Schollen an ihrem hölzernen Rumpf entlangschrappten. Die schlaffen Segel, die mit der Zeit die leichte Grünfärbung der Algen angenommen hatten, atmeten die gelegentlichen, schwachen Brisen ein, um sie kurz darauf wieder leise aus ihren Lungen zu entlassen.Anlegen1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Wir lehnten still und nebeneinander an der Reling und fixierten die unsichtbaren Horizonte, die nicht mehr vor uns lagen. Der Lacrima entfuhr ein dumpfes Knurren, als die Wellen sie zwangen, sich etwas weiter auf die Seite zu legen als sie es gewohnt war.
The Raven Headmistress Veronique remembered her childhood as something of a dream. She’d grown up in the upper city, an illegal orphan protected by the strength of her family’s love. She never felt as though she was any different than the other children who attended school with her, and certainly never thought that coming from the lower city was a bad thing. It was something she was very proud of, but her parents stressed that she had to keep it a secret from everyone.The Raven Headmistress1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It came as a shock to her, then, when the mysterious woman came to visit the school. Her hair was black as a ravens’ wing, her skin like milk, and her eyes were deep and dark. She moved with the sort of unconscious grace that made Veronique and the other girls feel automatically clumsy and awkward in comparison.
They called her the Raven Headmistress.
She floated up to the front of classroom, her smile kind and welcoming. She greeted everyone with a l
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 -- Determination2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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
I Didn't Meet Her Until the Day She Died.I didn't meet her until the day she died. She was a pretty woman, I think. Definitely one I could see myself with, you know, if she had had more time.I Didn't Meet Her Until the Day She Died.3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
She came into the coffee shop that day, late in the afternoon. I can't quite remember what she ordered, but it wasn't anything complicated. I like to think that maybe that was indicative of her personality. Uncomplicated. A simple person with simple tastes who took life day by day. Of course that could have been the complete opposite of her. I mean, she did jump off a bridge.
All I remember of her, really is the way her chocolate colored hair flowed down her back and she looked so intently at me with her blue eyes...or were they green? It was all so fleeting, I mean, she was only even in the shop for an hour. She sat in the corner to read the last chapters of the book she had on her. I could tell because the left side was full of pages and the right side was almost done with. Yeah, she sat there for a bit, I think. I didn't even notice w
HitchikerShe stands by the side of the road. Her arm is outstretched and a thumb points to the sky. He hair is tied back in a loose pony-tail and it is flecked with dust. She wears a long-sleeved shirt and its sleeves ar rolled up to reveal thin bronzed arms whose hairs are bleached blonde by hours in salt water. Her shorts are long and practical and thick bamboo socks project from the tops of her hiking boots, suggesting she left well prepared for her journey.Hitchiker5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
A strip of bitumen, intermittently punctuated by dashes of white paint, surreally bisects the vast expanse of arid land on which she stands. Heat haze causes wind-burned wisps of scrub to shimmer near each end of the highway.
Sweat drips from her brow. Her expression is frantic and her tanned face is creased with lines of anxiety. Her expression explains why her thumb is raised, despite the absence of a vehicle between her location and the shimmering horizon. She is either rehearsing in a fit of dramatic irony or delirious.
On the road a
PROJECT VOID: Red On WhiteA silhouette with jagged edges against blackness illuminated by a streak of lightning.PROJECT VOID: Red On White6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It's equal and opposite in the shadow harbored by a house, lightless and empty.
Blood on his hands, dripping like scarlet rain from his fingertips.
Her hands were spotless, but held an instrument of death.
A crescent of white against a pale face edged in saturated dark umber.
A thin line of flesh against healthier cheeks framed by flaxen strands.
Extending a sticky crimson hand, he muttered four words. "Dance with me, frauline."
Slightly smirking, she passed through the portal from shelter to deluge and strife.
Flowing like quicksilver across an oaken table, their battle comprised of near-misses and scrapes between a knife and hatchet. They both were euphoric as they cut and sliced nicks and slits into the other's skin. Almost a dance, almost a fight.
He ended up the loser, finally falling to his knees and looking up with a crooked admiration at his opponent. Like a sickened animal
call and retreat“What are you doing?” She sounds tired.call and retreat6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“I don’t know.”
“I said I don’t know. I really don’t know…” Because you don’t, you’re this damp cigarette butt discarded on a crooked sidewalk. Less than useless. Stale.
“You never had an idea to begin with, did you?” She lightly cups the back of your neck, dirtying her hand.
“I thought I did. You can’t help me, can you?”
“Probably not,” she sighs. “But I can tell you you should stop doing what you’re doing.”
“Maybe…” You need to close yourself back up, that’s true. So many things have fallen out already. People are going to notice them and if they fell any father, they might lose their tether. But now it’s like almost everything is falling out and you need some kind of sealant. “But I don’t know how this started in the first place.”
Scaredy-CatJamie raced out of his house and into the back yard, squealing. His sister came tearing out after him, chuckling. The eight-year-old was easily scared, and often his sister played terrible pranks on the boy. Once again the fourteen-year-old was up to her usual antics.Scaredy-Cat10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The boy fell to the ground crying his eyes out. “Nawwww I’m sorry, you silly kid!” she said affectionately. She scooped her brother up and carried him inside, cuddling the boy close.
TEN MINUTES LATER
“You little scaredy cat!” cried Kaila, the boy’s older sister. Jamie giggled at her. Now that the eight-year-old had calmed down, he was sitting on her bed, cuddling up to the girl. Jamie loved his sister, and normally after she scared him like that, the little boy was treated to something fun. Kaila spied the boy’s feet. They were currently bare.
“I know what we’ll do… let’s put a smile on your face!” she said, grabbing the boy’s cheek and pinchin
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 012 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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
Ellis and Bri X Reader - ATEllis and Bri X Reader - AT13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It's late in the afternoon, and Bri has just finished her latest quest with excellent results, so she's looking forward to relax for tomorrow's beginning. She's heading back to her house, where she'll spent her time in quiet, but as soon as she steps to her front door, she spots something on the doorstep. It seemed like a letter, and since she's a curious to who's it from, she picks it up, feeling how light it actually is in her hand. She opens it with ease using her fingers, and a short paper lies inside for her to read. She takes it out, and she can't believe her eyes, as it says this.
Hi, my dear Bri,
If you have time,
I want you to come
to the Lovers Point
Where I'll be waiting
Hoping to see you
Your friend - Ellis.
It's a short note, but for Bri, it's a message saying more than it does, what's Ellies thinking, and Lovers Point? Her mind is getting anxious and quite excited to find out those
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 Teaser2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“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+Entering2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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
RandomI don't think either of us can afford the luxury of the illusion of safety.Random4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
He was in no way a handsome man, but he was interesting, like the underside of a peeled-off scab.
What miniscule horrors we inflict without pausing.
Thank god for small mercies, they're the only kind you're going to get.
Funny, isn't it, you're this little kid, some kinda shit happens. Childhood ends, right there, like it's been shot. Like YOU'VE been shot. Like you're dead, but you go on living. I'm all adult and everything now, I've seen the south side of 30. But the tragic thing is,the little dead kid, it's still there. And dead kids never get to grow up.
God may have forgiven you, but a hurt little girl will hate you until the day she dies.
Bravery is facing dangerous circumstances with honor. Seeking out danger is merely stupidity, no matter how you face it.
From reknowned fantasy author Malena Coneely comes a chilling debut into the realm of horror with The Night Medicine... Sometimes the cure is worse th
DisorderShe sat opposite me, her hands clasped neatly in her lap, but she was wringing them nervously. Rubbing one hand repeatedly over the other, she looked at the floor, avoiding my eyes. Her mother, Claire, was a large woman, with short brown curls and a hardiness that made her look intimidating, but with an affable demeanour and a kind smile.Disorder1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"Jade hit me again yesterday." I look at Jade, this woman's daughter. Her cold eyes look up from her thin frame. You wouldn't believe that this frail thing could do significant harm, the exception being the damage she is inflicting on herself.
"All I've had today is a glass of water," she says. There's a note of pride in her voice, a bizarre sense of accomplishment at the fact. Her eyes light up for a moment, then witnessing my expression, a mixture of sympathy, shock and pity, they shrink back within her.
"Why haven't you eaten today?" I inquire nervously.
"Because I had to eat yesterday," she responds nonchalantly. "And I'm going out with friends to
RP: A normal day at homeYou're just sitting on your couch when you hear the ring of a doorbell. You could answer it, or go to your yard, or go to bed, or do something else. Which do you choose?RP: A normal day at home1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Lost Souleverything was quiet, dark and still. where was this, certainly not earth. everything was black. the air was thich there was so much energy here. but it was negative, it scared him. who was he, he was smal, so small and insignificant. there were others in this world, so many others, but it was so big, none were around him. how did he get here in this world between worlds. what was this foreign shape he took. nothing touched him, where was everything. was it empty? no. he was above it all. floating. he was curled loosely into a ball he was covered in the softest finest white fur, it was like snow, so soft it was hard to feel, your fingers almost passed right through it he had wings that were wrapped around him he had a shocking feeling that he had been here before. his eyes were closed but he could sense the world around him. there was a see through orb around him that glowed a wintry blue. it protected the last light within him. what was he, a fox? maybe or perhaps a wolf... he was smaLost Soul9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes