relying on your profession to make you bravethirty-six hour days and poorly brewed, gelatinous coffee pooling in your belly does not mean that you are a poet. the act of pulling on gloves and pressing your hands into a cold, stiffening cadaver does not mean that you are closer to god and therefore more capable of reaching others with your words. all it means is that you're dog tired, your eyes are red raw from over-blinking and your slim, pretty hands are shaking around that discoloured lung as you struggle to push vomit back down your throat; it means that, when you get home and tear out your notebook in a rush driven by sleep deprivation, you're nonsensical; it means that, when i stumble into bed at night and think of the words i've read today, i don't think about yours because they're as empty of life as the silent cadavers you tear apart. and i don't know about you, but none of that sounds particularly grandiose or poetic to me.relying on your profession to make you brave5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Writing Practice: Five Senses--Kenneth YoungWriting Practice: Five Senses--Kenneth Young6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What does Kenneth SOUND like?
Kenneth has a very down-to-Earth, informal way of speaking most of the time, even when he's trying to be serious, and has sort of a goofy, self-deprecating sense of humor. Though you would expect his voice to be deep and Schwarzenegger-like thanks to his huge musculature, he's actually more in the middle, though his voice gets a bit higher when he's over-excited or nervous. He also has an infectious and almost awkward-sounding laugh. It's actually been really difficult pinning down the perfect voice actor for Kenneth, though; I've junked at least 4 people who I've considered over the years. But I guess to give kind of an idea of his voice, I'd go with Chris Pratt for now, or Nathan Fillion as someone helpfully suggested.
What does Kenneth SMELL like?
Kenneth's smell is usually a combination of three things: Pert 2 in 1 Shampoo and Conditioner, Irish Spring bar soap, and either Right Guard
When The Cat KnocksWelcome back – please, sit down, take the weight off your feet, have some tea. I was just having a conversation with an old friend, and fixing up to call on her in her home at some point.When The Cat Knocks3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I guess that’s one of the reasons I like to do home visits for security consultations and the like – I want to meet people and help them, as opposed to my younger days, when I wanted to meet people and take their valuables. That did not mean I did not get to know them as well – take, for example, the Chelsea housewife I met in the early eighties.
It was at the height of the Sloane ranger movement, and this particular ground floor flat belonged to a scion of that movement. She was in her PR job that morning, so I decided to break in and relieve her debt burden somewhat. Entering the flat was easy enough, as I slipped into the front door as someone else came out, and then picked the lock.
What I had not figured on was the fact she was a bit more organised
Perfect PearAt long last I found them. The one set of clothes I'd been dreaming of. Since coming to terms with my...sexuality, and discovering the existence of such a wardrobe, I've wanted them. After saving up for years and searching through every online enchanted clothing store, I was at long last able to buy my own. After two weeks, they arrived at my front door.Perfect Pear2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tearing off the packaging, I laid out the fitted white long-sleeve t-shirt and snug black leggings on the bed. Eager to get started, I read over the instructions:
"Slip on the clothing, making sure everything is adjusted correctly. The clothes will shape themselves to your frame and grow as you do. As with all weight gain, you must eat for it to occur. Even small snacks will cause growth, but for best results consume large amounts. The more you wear the clothes, the more you will grow. Any and all weight gain achieved with these enchanted garments cannot be reversed by any means (including magic), so be sure this is the right path for
Family games timeYeah, Steve told me about what he did that afternoon, and it made me think about one of the visits I’d made before we headed over here. I’d picked up a few things about planning from him, and this particular home near me had caught my eye a few weeks ago, when I saw the mum bringing in some very expensive looking items from her car.Family games time4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I found out she ran a fashion boutique in town, and she lived with her eleven and ten year old daughters – no man about the house, which was a help to someone like me. So I decided to pay them a visit on the Sunday before we flew out. I spent the time learning their names – the mum was Tammy, and her daughters Nikki and Anna.
So I drove round to their house on the Sunday, parking my car a few streets away and walking along the street. I had a black leather biker’s jacket over a roll neck sweater, tight leggings and knee length leather boots, with a small grey rucksack on my back, containing everything I
14. and 15.I.14. and 15.15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was a woman, the Last Woman. She and her companion, a man, were the final representatives of humankind. Like all things, humankind must end—and end it would, soon, when the two succumbed to the ravages of the sickness their species, in their desire to destroy, had unleashed upon itself. She thought of her death, and she wept. The man asked why, and the woman answered: For this! This legacy of death! This fate which our ancestors wrought upon themselves and upon us! The man sat beside her, held her, and began to weep too. And weeping, they died.
There was a woman, the First Woman. She and her companion, a man, had been created as perfect examples of their kind. And perfect examples they were—in their imperfection. Cursed with death for their sins, they now approached their end. But humankind had spread and would continue, spreading also violence, jealousy, hatred, death. The woman considered this and wept. The man asked why, and she answered: For this! This lega
Little John I walked in the door and immediately was tackled by my nieces and nephew. “Uncle Johnny, Uncle Johnny!” they were all shouting. I picked up the little girls and marched into the house, plopping down on the couch as they proceeded to show me their hair, dollies, and the kitchen play set they had in the corner.Little John2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Johnny?” My nephew Stanley asked, “can we play with your doggy again? You promised!”
My sister Christine walked into the room. “John, you’d better not!”
“Mommy, please?” Stanley asked. “I wanna see the doggy!”
“Yeah,” Alissa, the older niece, said, “We could take care of a doggy for a little bit.”
“Yeah, Mommy please?” Stanley asked. “Can we have a doggy play with us tonight? Please!”
Autumn DayShe lounged fireside beneath her favorite throw, basking in the birth of autumn. Raising a glass of warm cider to her lips, she sighed and lazily reached to scratch her tabby cat beneath the chin. “It’s a good day to read, isn’t it?” she said. He blinked slowly and purred back at her. “I thought so.” She took another sip of cider and opened her book to the familiar scent of crisp paper and the anticipation of another page.Autumn Day2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Six-word story #2From sleep she awoke, still dreaming.Six-word story #23 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
.:Say The Name:.He just couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t like the nights before, it wasn’t the nightmares of the past anymore that were keeping him up. It was more just not being tired or not wanting to sleep that Alex used as a reason to stay awake on his own empty bedside and pace around the room every once in a while..:Say The Name:.3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He felt more comfortable with himself while he was on the move for whatever reason. Maybe it kept his mind running so that he would be aware of his surroundings enough and not bump into things, so he didn’t have a chance to fall too deep into his thoughts and make such a mess around himself that Alex would wake up the whole house. He felt like he had bothered Jael about stuff already enough, the man had his own problems and his brother to deal with as well, he didn’t need Alex with all of his insomnia problems into his already messed up life to make things even more stressful and complicated.
Maybe he should get co
BelligerentDrunken sparks, blood-thirsty.Belligerent1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And I can no longer see in singular colors. Everything is a blurred swoon, rippled motion. Ghosts taking shape in the faces of my friends. My words come out like play-doh, like an infant’s first garbled croon. An ineffective attempt at communication to say the least.
It is unlikely they will understand or comprehend or even stop to listen but still I spit and slather sideways sentences. Mouthing shouts of unintelligible inability. I grasp and ache for what I cannot say. I do not have the words.
Stars / The Moth / Just DanceSimply Red - StarsStars / The Moth / Just Dance1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He walked by without a care, but several. To his credit, none were romantic in nature; the world offered enough variety in worries to leave the heart unbothered. That girl, now she was a different story. How hard the thought of him would make her shake! Actually facing him demanded courage she hadn't yet developed, and doubted she ever would. What reality can't bring, fiction provides in spades, and one day, her imagination caused her to wonder...What if by mere whim of destiny, she ended up in his arms? All of a sudden, without previous warning, without any intervention from either of them. That he'd find himself holding her body, which would no longer be shaking. No, if that ever happened, she'd be too petrified to make the slightest move. But at least he could see her, as he carried the weight of emotions turned heavier everyday, and perhaps words wouldn't be needed. Maybe all he needed to know could be derived from that face. Her simply red face.
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There Are No WordsThere Are No Words14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I’ve done it! I’ve DONE IT! Bwahahahaha!”
Lightning flashed as Emily laughed loudly, cackling like some old school super villain. She held up a vial of sparkling pink liquid, grinning from ear to ear.
“Emily, you’ve outdone yourself this time!” She crowed. “It’s brilliant! Brilliant!”
James popped up beside her, startling her so much she almost dropped the vial. She glared at him and he poked his tongue out at her.
“James!” She snapped. “Don’t sneak up on me like that! I can’t afford to drop this!”
He tilted his head.
“What is it?” He asked again.
Emily hugged the vial close to her chest, love hearts appearing in her eyes as the bedroom took on a distinctly pink tint. James looked disgusted.
“It’s a love potion!” The girl exclaimed. “And with this, I will finally steal Pariah’s heart~!”
it's time to face exactly what i amThe boy always loved this time of the evening, where dawn settled just beneath the horizon, giving the night sky a purple glow. He hadn't slept since the afternoon before, where all he could think about was wanting to escape and sleep was his only solace. The boy stomps his third cigarette of the evening out and continues on his way, a sickly warm feeling plaguing his body from lack of food and sleep.it's time to face exactly what i am4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And this young boy was named Lucas; fifteen; a mistake. The past few days have been of the most interesting to him. After a night of cowering in fear from his father’s abuse laced only with delusions and the smell of alcohol, Lucas decided that he’d had enough of it. He was tired of thinking about it every night before he slept. He was tired of being plagued everyday with the fear that the nights like that would only come again and again and again.
So that morning, when his father fell ill and bedridden, Lucas knew it was his only chance and decided to take the risk. He packed
ttttThere were tears in her eyes and I'm not sure why, but she was smiling so I think she was happytttt5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
L109: Monica [Quincy]A non-exhaustive list:L109: Monica [Quincy]1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Always look composed if not regal.
Work twice as hard as expected.
Hold yourself to a higher expectation.
Don't be stupid.
Do not lower yourself for other's convenience.
The ends justify the means.
Dignity is optional for a mission, but never anywhere else.
Forgive, but do not forget.
When wronged fully, do not forgive. Do not forget.
Do not waste time with those incapable of moving forwards.
Remove all possible chronic infections. (AKA: People or situations that are not worth the time and or energy to educate or resolve your problems with.)
Confidence is key.
Continue to attack personal flaws proactively.
All situations are chess.
All battles are chess with the occasional 4-year-old's interruption.
Everyone is after something.
Blind faith is stupidity. Even in Shinigami.
Killing children is to be avoided.
Killing Kishin Eggs is not to be taken lightly.
Do not kill unnecessarily.
.:Taking Care Of You Because Someone Has To:.He woke up with a headache. Worse than what he had ever experienced before, and it didn’t feel like it was only just a headache either. His whole body felt like it was hurting, all around the body and everywhere he could just think of..:Taking Care Of You Because Someone Has To:.4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Slowly and carefully Alex sat up on the bed, his first thought kicking in as he didn’t recognize the room he was in. It wasn’t his bedroom and god knew he had woken up in the hospital enough times to recognize the place by now, but this room wasn’t either of those things that he was familiar with. Looking around for clues to where he could be, the familiar figure standing by the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest and leaning against the doorframe was the only hint he was going to get for now.
“James?” His voice was more questioning than demanding, much to the blond’s surprise. Alex’s eyes traveled around the room again before landing back to the man
The 12 days of Mario KartWario: "Since Wario's the Greatest, Wario will start". "On the first day of Gameplay, Wario Kart gave to me. A blue shell from a Yoshi." "Dog Damn it Yoshi!"The 12 days of Mario Kart1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Toad: "On the Second day of Gameplay, Mario Kart gave to me. Two lightning shocks and a blue shell from a Yoshi"
Funky Kong: "On the Third day of Gameplay, Mario Kart gave to me. Three super stars, two lightning shocks, and a blue shell from a Yoshi"
Luigi: "On the Fourth day of Gameplay, Mario Kart gave to me, Four Bullet Bills, Three super stars, two lightning shocks, and a blue shell from a Yoshi".
Mario: "On the Fifth day of Gameplay, Mario Kart gave to me, Rainbow Road, (Luigi: Mario!) Four Bullet Bills, Three super stars, two lightning shocks, and a blue shell from a Yoshi Mamma Mia!".
Bowser: "On the Sixth day of Gameplay, Mario Kart gave to me, Six deadly red shells, Rainbow Road, four Bullet Bills, Three super stars, Two lightning shocks, and a blue shell from a Yoshi".
Princess Peach: "On the Seventh day of Gameplay, Mar
FE: November 14: Kina Raishi Raishi ran the track at Kina's side today, co-teaching with her. The Dual Class had gotten smaller after a few graduates had left to study abroad but the ones who were here were making up for it by putting in the extra work. Kina worked them hard, she knew what some of them would face.FE: November 14: Kina Raishi3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A lot of them complained when she'd started these runs in the middle of the day at the hottest desert heat. Nurses on standby for heat stroke and the like. At first he thought it was a bad idea and was with the ones saying it was asking for trouble. She looked him dead on and said “We already did.” Then she started implementing the questions.
In the middle of the run she'd start shouting out questions, math, history, strategy, science, just anything at all. She'd jump from topic to topic to make matters worse and by the end of the run she'd know who had how many points and which questions they'd gotten wrong.
Of Connery“Jay, did you know that knuckle bones have been used for a children’s throwing game since Greek times?” Connery remarked, fiddling with some knuckle bones of his own. “Of course, they were sheep’s knuckles, not human ones like the ones I have here.” When he received no response, Connery continued on. “There were different throws with different names, but the most common one involves throwing one knuckle up in the air, grabbing another one on a nearby table with the same hand and then catching the thrown one before it hits the ground. Sound like a fun activity to you?”Of Connery4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yet again, no answer. Connery looked up from his knuckle bones and wore an irritated expression as he watched Jay and the rest of the Squad struggling with the mutant bear. Bryan went flying past him as the gargantuan beast swatted him aside. It seemed to have fireproof fur, somehow – Jay’s fire wasn’t really having an effect. Amy wasn’t enlarging Mis
In the Eyes of A LoverThey are beautiful to me. When I met Sophia/Xander at first they were rather forthright and affectionate towards me. They seemed to want an escape from something, or rather, someone. They even trusted me with their journal ("their soul.") As I got to know her better she seemed excited for life. She went to Columbia College and had ideas to make amazing poems, books and maybe one day become a singer, lyricist and musician. She has dreams that, even knowing her now, she has not lost sight of. I love her desire to fulfill her dreams. I love her taste in music and I love when she smiles, even if it isn't often, especially when I was the one to make her smile, or even laugh. I love when she gets excited about something. I see all the gears turning and the light in her eyes. I love when they love to show me their work and that I am often the first one they show their work to. I even love them for their faults. I am proud about how they have been doing lately and I am sure that they will contIn the Eyes of A Lover4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
An Unspoken DutyHe didn't know why she'd been put on their crew. There were plenty of kids out on the ramp - he'd seen them huddled inside the breakroom on chilled, gloomy nights. (Chilled and gloomy were the only nights they had, really. Sometimes the weather changed, but it never did. Not really.) The AM shift was full of youngsters, straight out of high school and looking for something that wouldn't interfere with school and friends, and working from three-to-seven in the morning wasn't ideal, but he remembered what it was like to be a kid. The boundless energy. The sleepless nights. The long, eventful days.An Unspoken Duty5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She wasn't any different from them. Quieter than most, maybe, but still just the same. In a way, he felt bad for her. Felt bad that she'd gotten stuck on a crew full of weary men old enough to be her father, some even with kids her age.
That was what she needed. Kids her age. People to talk and laugh with. He'd seen her trying to interact with Brian, with Adam, with Mac - the girl was sweet on