Birth Right [APH Prussia Germania]The fire was burning low in the hearth as the servants rushed around, attempting to at least make their failing empire comfortable. Germania was laid in the bed, taking weak breaths that shook his massive body. Even under layers of furs, he was shaking. There was no chance of healing him or changing this fate; he was dying. He had outlasted Rome and all the other empires that had challenged him. But, no country was immortal. That was the simple truth of the matter and it was immutable. His sword and armor were laid out on a table as though he would spring up at any moment and seize them.Birth Right [APH Prussia Germania]1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A lord, a vassal to one of the king's sons, approached Germania. The blonde man was awake and conscious, just weak. He spoke to the lord, one of the few who were not busy fighting in the savage civil war pulling the empire apart, and his voice rattled, "Send for my sons." He paused to pull in a shaking breath, before saying, "I have to bequeath my lands to them." It was this statement that made it perf
*Pukes up a thing*For the first moments there was nothing but their eyes. Two pairs rested, each staring deeply into the other, probing for some sort of response. Neither gave one, neither wanted to take the first step. They both broke into a smile, almost laughing at their own nervousness.*Pukes up a thing*6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They’d talked about it for ages. Years, it seemed. Each one spoke with such confidence, each one prepared for this one special moment they’d share. And yet, each one was frozen solid. Their moment had come, and they could hardly breathe – let alone move – with their hearts beating so intensely. It was so much more than just a dream. She looked up at him, he looked down at her, and they smiled again, and almost laughed again. Both their faces were red, the heat from their cheeks almost producing steam.
He moved first, lifting his arms to wrap around her waist and pull her closer. She bit her lip with a half-grin and inched towards him. Their eyes remained perpetually locked on each other. It wa
Angry - Day 103Danny leaned against the wall. He was shaking with anger. His fists were clenched so tightly that he was afraid the skin on his knuckles might tear. His heart was beating fast, preparing itself for a fight that was a long way off. He felt tears welling up in his eyes.Angry - Day 1033 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Officer Gray walked down the hospital's hall and stopped in front of Danny. “We have a suspect in custody.” He told him. “He's currently being treated for several broken bones from the fall, but – Danny?” Danny had stood up and shoved Gray out of the way. “Hey! Danny!” Gray grabbed Danny by the arms and Danny fought against him.
“Let go of me!” Danny yelped, his face wet with tears.
Gray yanked Danny back and slammed him against the wall, pulling the enraged man's arm behind his back. Danny grunted. “You control yourself!” Gray ordered with a tone as cold as stone. “Or I will have you arrested for assaulting an officer! Do you understand?”
Eggs and CheeseXing'er walked off the street with a spring in her step and light in her eyes. As she stepped into Judy's, she saw rows of cheese buns and baguettes lining the walls.Eggs and Cheese2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She'd usually stop for breakfast, but today was different. Chuck had left early for work and Xing'er wanted to give him a surprise. But she knew people from Chuck's office too, and Xing'er wasn't about to let the rest of them starve.
"Ms. Judy!" At her call, a jovial woman walked to the counter before her.
"Hello there, miss! Take a look, and tell me if there's anything you want!"
Xing'er glanced through the selection with an eager eye. She glanced at the ice-cream cakes and chocolate eclairs... her eyes caught THAT, and she broke into a smile.
"In that case, can I have that, please?"
Hillary stared at the impenetrable formula sheet before her and silently cursed Chuck. She wasn't paid enough to be a receptionist, accountant and dance teacher at the same time, and if not for his damned performance...
Water WellWater well.Water Well1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Water drinker suddenly unwell.
.:Are You My Friend:.Pair of green eyes darting nervously around the room didn’t seem to get attached to one single target in their view. The little six year old boy sat quietly by the table, hands carefully holding a blue color pencil in the right hand, the left one having a hold of the corner of the paper he was supposed to be adding color to inside of the ready given thick black lines, forming a picture of a duck in a small pond surrounded by little flowers here and there..:Are You My Friend:.3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The rest of the kids in the kinder garden class they shared were all doing different kind of art projects; few of them had been given playdough to make things from, some were coloring in pictures, other more skilled kids had been allowed to use scissors to cut colored paper into various shapes and so forth. Everyone was very much into their own little projects and often calling the teachers for help or to check their progress, and no one seemed to be paying attention to the little green eyed boy sitting a
SerenityHe’d never flown anywhere before. It was surreal at first; looking out the small window and watching the clouds from above. Soon, however, he began to lose interest. It was a long flight, and he was less than entertained with his surroundings. The compact, claustrophobic spaces – he kept telling himself it was better than wasting money on first class – the faint but ever-so-noticeable screaming of the engines, the pathetically small “snacks,” and for some obscure reason, there was always someone coughing, sneezing, or clearing their throat. That, or there was some kid being obnoxious. It was like the sounds were contagious. Once one silenced, another took its place.Serenity5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Thank God for headphones. He’d almost forgotten he had them in his pocket, overzealously yanking their tangled mess from the folds in his pants. He took a moment to untangle them – again – and popped the small buds in his ears. Perfection filled his mind as he closed his eyes
Don't WorryIf I don't call,Don't Worry3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
seeing fairiesseeing fairies5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Clara never stopped seeing fairies. Even as a grown up, she sees them flitter all around.
Most other grown-ups have forgotten. They can’t see what she sees: how the fairies usher in the morning light. How they lace the grass with dew. How they make the flowers bloom.
Most would say she’s lucky to still see them. Or that it’s a sign of immaturity.
But she knows that it’s really a curse.
She sees more than just fairies. She sees the ones who follow behind, the ones who bring misfortune and pain.
Clara never stopped seeing demons.
Pork“Hi there, Chuck,” Xing’er sang from the kitchen. Chuck walked in and threw down his bag immediately. His hands reached for the TV remote-Pork4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Wait. There was something important he had to do, wasn’t there?
Chuck stared at the TV remote and jogged his memory. He pulled past the mixed memories of his dance classes today and arrived at something that Chuck never wanted to do. “That can’t be it,” he muttered to himself. “No way, man! Didn’t I want to catch Survivors or something?” Chuck thought harder and harder, but his mind told him the same thing- he’d better do it now, or he’d be guilty forever.
No use denying it, Chuck decided grumpily. He walked into the kitchen. Xing’er was standing there in her flower dress, gutting a fish. With a few practiced movements, the fish on the chopping board was deprived of both its guts and scales; Xing’er tossed them into the bin. She lifted the salt shaker-
-when a pair o
Angel, Stay TonightChuck’s eyes snapped open. He looked around wildly, but not a single soul could be seen.Angel, Stay Tonight5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was in his bedroom. The curtains were drawn. His blanket was on him. He could not see a single soul nearby. But near his balcony, he could hear whistles; whistles of the wind, passing through his windowsill. Chuck sat up with his fuzzy head; something was wrong and he couldn’t quite place it.
No, not whistles in the wind. Something was passing through the air, and it was fast.
Chuck woke up. He threw off his blanket and rushed to the balcony in his nightgown. He looked down and saw a person twirling in the garden, a rolling kaleidoscope of colours too fast for his eyes to follow. Was he/she an assassin, a fairy, a superhero? Chuck had no idea, only that the person had trespassed onto his grounds and was using it for an impromptu dance show, and that she had particularly long braids.
Wait. Long braids. Long, black braids, trailing from well tied hair between two… ram’s hor
NagiNagi1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Nagi had returned to the Butterfly Kingdom.
Laurence, who had once again snuck out of the castle, was there to greet her when she came into town on her little steam powered wagon. She had brought several large bundles of cloth with her, but that was not what Laurence was interested in.
“My, my. Aren’t you the eager one?” She said, climbing down from the wagon and stretching all four of her arms.
Her voice was whispery like the wind and her silvery hair reached right down to the base of her back. Her limbs were spindly – so much so that it looked like the slightest breeze would knock her off her feet. It was the same for all members of the Spider Kingdom.
“Shirking your duties again, young Prince?” She asked with a smirk.
“Madam, I am insulted that you would think so lowly of me”, Laurence replied, one hand on his chest, fingers splayed above his heart as a look of mock hurt crossed his face.
Nagi smirked and said nothing – merely st
Bad BreakingA yellow-and-black mannequin whirled around the living room in a graceful, energetic routine, bouncing off hands and legs alike with masterful ease. Chuck danced with his eyes off the mirror behind him, and let momentum and feel alike carry him away.Bad Breaking3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hey, you've been workng doubly hard on all those dance moves!" Xing'er commented behind him.
"I do this daily,-" Chuck leapt off his feet and skidded past Xing'er in a frozen pose. "Practice makes permanent, and good practice makes perfect. Besides-" he leapt to his feet as Xing'er turned and top-rocked back- "A certain someone in my house really knows how to dance, and I'm stepping up my game."
"So. This was your solution," Xing'er deadpanned, as Chuck glided past. She had to admit that his footwork was immaculate, if a little too showy for her taste; even through some of the more wasteful motions he always kicked off with just the right amount of smoothness and momentum. "Still... I would think that freerunning is more useful than this.
Uncle Benny/Baby!Dean - Diaper Change ficletBenny smiled as he laid Dean down on his changing mat and undressed him, laying his pj's to the side and tickling his bare tummy playfully. "Alright, my lil' sugah dumplin', let's get ya all cleaned up here, hmm?" Benny cooed, smiling at Dean, as he untaped his diaper and lifted his legs, using a baby wipe to clean Dean's butt and privates, being careful not to touch him too much down there. "You really were wet, weren't ya, darlin'?" Benny cooed as he removed the wet diaper and laid the dry one under Dean's butt, adding powder before pulling the front of the diaper over Dean's privates and taped it on nice and snug, making sure Dean was comfortable, before he slipped a plain blue onesie over his head and snapped it closed over his diaper. "There we are. All dry again, Deano. Bet'cha feel a lot better, huh?" Benny cooed as he picked Dean up and peppered his face with kisses. Dean giggled. Benny's kisses always tickled.Uncle Benny/Baby!Dean - Diaper Change ficlet17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Reina - FlameRoxanne's Art TradeReina was glad the funeral was closed-casket. She was glad people would not be allowed to walk around the casket and stare at the body of her childhood friend and lover Ren. What would she have done when it was her turn to walk past the casket? She would have cried... A lot. It would not have been pretty. As Reina was half listening to the preacher say some words about Ren, she felt something. She could feel the presence of five other water and lightning element users. She looked around and saw that other people saw them too but she doubted they could tell what elements they had. Water and lightning were uncommon and only those who had them could feel others of their kind.Reina - FlameRoxanne's Art Trade1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Reina and the other people sat through the service. They made her feel uneasy. Had Ren known these strange people? During the time shortly before his death, he had changed. They used to confide in each other but then he became secretive. It had hurt Reina... Still hurt her.
Finally, the service ended and the pe
Up to no good!Brawley was sitting on the couch with a smile on his face. The eight-year-old had a small mischievous grin on his face when his dad walked in and spotted the boy sitting there. The young lad with dark brown hair, which was slightly red on the ends, grinned even more when his dad entered.Up to no good!3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“You’re up to no good,” he said to the young boy. Brawley giggled and shook his head.
“No I’m not!” the boy exclaimed.
“Yes you are!’ said Brawley’s dad, walking over to the couch and sitting down next to his son.
“I promise I’m not! I’m just… sitting here smiling… I’m… happy to see you,” the boy said.
“Awww you’re so cute,” said Brawley’s dad, grabbing the boy’s head and rubbing it, making the youngster groan. “And do you know what happens to cute boys?” the lad’s father asked. It didn’t take long for Brawley to figure it out, and he placed his han
Puddles of Love She watches bemused as kittens roll and gambol across the yard. She's watched several generations grow and and have families of their own. Its a bittersweet thing for her, knowing they will do so easily what she couldn't. It had cost her her marriage due to her deficiency, and it nearly destroyed her world for it. But a friend had suggested getting a pet to help cope with the depression of her divorce. Since she was allergic to dogs, a kitten was her best option. You couldn't cuddle fish, and expect it to survive long after. Lizards, snakes, turtles, not exactly depression friendly, same as birds. So a kitten it was.Puddles of Love2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her heart ached as it contracted with her thoughts went down the path of what she'll never have. But even as the first tear fell down her soft cheek, her favorite little one fell down and let out a pitieous cry. He had fallen in a puddle and his mother was off hunting. Trying not to laugh, she gets up and gathers her soggy treasure from the puddle, unmi
Summer, Dragon StyleHot. Very hot.Summer, Dragon Style5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Frank, clad in a black cloak, stared at the steaming hot cup of tea before him. His fingers did not flinch as he lifted the cup to his mouth and took the slightest sip, and the refreshing beverage was lost on his scalded taste buds. Frank did not react; this was exactly what he expected the tea to be- nothing more than boiled leaf juice.
He'd heard many things about this particular restaurant in Southside, and for a moment, his spirits had lifted when he entered. And yet, their tea was no better than the terrible coffee he had in his barracks.
The fragrant, bland tea was an irony not lost to him. It was, he thought amusedly, a good analogy for his life- every life. Each situation may have been more colourful than the last. No matter how complex the criminal cases became, though, Frank found an easy answer to all of it- he just had to find the right guy, and pull the trigger.
And Frank's eyes were sharp.
Frank's sharp eyes did not miss the affront presented to him.
Black and WhiteChuck, Raynor and Phung sat at his sofa and slurped away at their Chow Mein takeout. After a grueling term of work, their last batch of dance students had graduated with flying colours, and he found himself resting around his very best friends.Black and White13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was a good day to be Chuck.
“So, I heard-” Chuck managed between slurps of his Chow Mein-”you’ve found yourself a partner?”
“Oh, you have no idea,” Raynor smirked. “She’s one smooth woman, I tell ya.”
“What, I’m not good enough for you?” Phung sneered.
“Don’t get me wrong, Phung. You’ve got some good looks yourself, but you ain’t got nothing on this person.” Raynor pulled out a smartphone and set it on the table; Chuck and Phung saw a black woman with a great bust, well-toned skin and some very shapely legs. “That’s not all,” he added haughtily. “She has the voice of a nightingale and the reflexes of a cougar.
save early, save oftensave early, save often3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“He’s changed how he plays the game,” said the PC.
“What do you mean,” asked an NPC.
“He used to save his game, then just experiment: attack citizens, steal stuff, blow stuff up, then reload his game and continue like nothing happened.”
“Well, if he reloaded, then nothing did happen, right?”
“Technically, but I remember. Everything he makes me do, whether saved or not, I remember.”
He shook his head.
“But now, he’s…thoughtful. He saves then considers his choice. He picks an option and sticks with it.”
“What does that mean?”
“I think he’s learning.”
to feelIf there was a fight club, I would join it.to feel3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I have far too much excess energy in me, far too much electricity. I want to take part in a fair fight: no competition or anger, just release. I want to bruise and hurt and feel alive. If it means someone crushing their fist into my face, then so be it.
Not just that, though.
I want to love, with freedom and passion and intensity. For kisses to be hard and desperate but loving and longing. I want my chest to twist into knots and become unraveled and revealed.
I also want things to be soft and calm and peaceful.
Good Morning "Don't worry about me, okay?" she said before logging off. "I'm okay now, I promise." The light of the computer screen shone off the tears that trailed down her face. She wiped a tear away and turned off the screen, running away from her problems. Thoughts rushed as she quickly plugged her earbuds into her phone, stuffing the ends into her ears. Does he really mean it? She wasn't sure how to feel anymore. Her fantasy of their relationship was exactly that now -- a fantasy. A dream that didn't exist. He didn't actually like her, simply used her to get what he wanted.Good Morning1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lyrics flowed into her ears, enhancing her emotions, making the tears fall once again. Her sobbing noises were quiet, masked by the pillow she held to her face.
Everything about it was fake. He wasn't interested, he just wanted my help. He just wanted her.
Her emotions ran rampant. She was
(S-RPG) Daygen Meets A Pal What’s an alpha sabati with no pack to do? Strut around with his chest fur puffed up, his head held high, and maintain a light, carefree bounce in his steps? Well, sometimes. But only when he’s near another pack or another sabati. That way he can send a wink in their direction before trotting off and leaving them confused.(S-RPG) Daygen Meets A Pal1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But other than that, Daygen simply walks along the boundaries of his territory, marks trees or rocks, just spreading his scent around. Maybe he smells bad, is that why there isn’t anyone coming along to join his back? He paused his patrol to sniff one of the rocks he had marked. He sneezed and jerked back like he’d been slapped.
Well that’s disgusting. He thought, wiping his nose with his paw a few times. He shuddered and continued his patrol, his composure slightly hunched and increasingly weary. The woods around him buzzed with the sound of insects. A few wo
The TruthThe mirror was her enemy. It taunted her and mocked her, highlighting every imperfection and insecurity that plagued her mind at night. She tried to bargain with it, tried to compromise, but there was no solution. There could be no way to please both parties. So instead of peace, she settled for tolerance, and her eyes learned to drift away from the reflective surface. She began to accept that what she saw and what she believed in her heart was the truth.The Truth6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But one day, something strange happened. A person on the street—an acquaintance, a mere stranger—stopped her, and paid her a compliment before continuing on their way. It was this statement, this idea that she had so long believed to be false that stuck in her head, echoing through her mind the following morning. And in that moment, with that one glimmering hint of truth, she smiled, and that mirror was all at once less daunting.
She learned that she was beautiful, and the world became a brighter place because of it.