To EscapeBroken keychains played freedom for her.To Escape3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Beneath the Skin"I don't understand you," he said to her softly."I don't... I don't understand why you're like this."Beneath the Skin4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Like what?" She replied, with as negligent a tone as she could muster. Truthfully, she didn't care what he said. She would be exactly the same whether he understood her or not. She was herself, and if that was too complicated for him, then why, he could take himself elsewhere and find some nice simple girl that he could wrap his head around.
"Like this," he said, waving a hand in such a way that seemed to encompass both her and the entirety of the world. "You're... different, from how you used to be. Moody. I want to know why, what happened."
"Why?" she said, with all the vitriol that a teenage girl could command. "You can't know why. The world doesn't work like that."
He stared at her, as though she had possibly sprouted a second head. "It does. We used to share everything."
"No. No, we didn't. No one shares everything. They can't. Everyone has secrets, even if they're so small as to
Spider fingers and cobra kissesI fell in love with a boy who was mute, never said a word. His eyes, cobalt and iridescent and other-worldly, seemed to have to do all the explaining, his spider fingers, skeletal and stretched, had to do all the gestures, pointing at this, reaching for that. Life with him was like one never-ending game of charades and his turn was never over, he could never sit down and watch someone else fumble with how to express something without words. He had taught himself, had studied his audiences over the years and knew how to get everything across with minimal confusion, could make shapes with his hands, could draw on restaurant napkins, could pull his face into caricatures of emotions.Spider fingers and cobra kisses19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I met him in a bar, centre of a crowd, contorting his mouth into the widest of grins, arching his eyebrows like open umbrellas. I couldn’t understand how he could keep so many strangers so enthralled without saying a word, but then I started watching him and I understood. He spoke a higher language, coul
6 Word StoryF6 Word Story3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
voices made to shake the dustThere are a thousand and one voices in this room with me, all of them awake and lilting through my senses.voices made to shake the dust3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Catherine is soft, sheltered even; she reminds me of butter, half melted in the summertime. But Stephen, who sits across from her, is a crueler counterpart, uneven and harsh in his unfiltered utterances; he has bruised more than one voice in here.
George is a spiderweb, each word weaving into another until they lie stretched, reflecting the weight of the world. Beside him, Jodi is a hurricane; constant in her certainty, she is the ground below my feet.
John is a grandfather clock, proud and stately; whisperer of stories, he has soothed my soul more often than I recall. There is Wilbur also, dearest Wilbur, who I loved as a child but cannot manage to love now.
There are a thousand and one voices in here and if I were to tell you about them all, I would be here until time claimed my bones for dust. But I am not made for dust, so I can only tell you this: it is impossible for me to l
PC: Babysitting Mishap"Are you sure you guys can handle this? I mean Logan isn't an easy baby to look after," a female cheetah with short brown hair looked towards a group of guys. One was a kangaroo with a red mohawk, another was a green hedgehog with crazy bangs, and a grey lemur with a grin that could split his face in two. The kangaroo was holding a baby, Logan, that was a mix of a cheetah and a kangaroo.PC: Babysitting Mishap3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"We got this, Mira," the kangaroo handed the baby to the green hedgehog, then walked up to the cheetah, Mira, and kissed her.
"If you're sure, Tag, I trust you guys," Mira smiled.
"Go, enjoy your movie," Tag smiled. Mira giggled and walked into the theater the movie she was seeing was in.
"Dude, we're gonna have so much fun! We're gonna get pizza, play video games, eat more pizza," the lemur spoke excitedly to the little Logan, who clapped his hands and made a noise of delight.
"Chill, Mikey. We're going across the street to that children's play place," the hedgehog flicked the lemur's ear.
The Pocket King - Day 17I, am a two euro coin.The Pocket King - Day 171 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I, am better than the other coins. That much is a fact. In this pocket we call home, rust-coloured pennies and five-pence boys run rampant, hopping and rolling everywhere which way with no destination in mind. The tens, twenties and fifties have at least some dignity, but are not much better. They can barely run let alone think! But, I, the two euro, and my wife the euro coin, rule this cramped kingdom. Its dark and dusty and dank, but it was ours.
At least, I thought it was. But then the day came when the Great One invaded. A giant, soft beast with five twitchy limbs. It attacked the people on all sides. They never stood a chance against its powerful flicks and throws. Then it took me as a trophy, lifting me from my beautiful lady and my people.
For a second I thought I was dead, in heaven, where I would soon rub shoulders with my gold and silver forefathers, who had suffered a similar fate. When my vision returned to me, I saw the Great One was attached to a gi
Insanity“What does crazy look like in a world where monsters are real?” asked Moyna.Insanity3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“That was the thing,” Colin laughed bitterly, “She stopped seeing them.”
“What do you mean?” asked Moyna, furrowing her eyebrows.
“I mean she would just block them out. I don’t know if it was out of horror of what our father had done or she just cracked after protecting us from Hell’s Legions for so many years, but she just stopped seeing them. We’d point out a demon and she’d see just a man. To her the worst thing that could happen to us was being kidnapped and raped. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine the only thing worth worrying about is being shot or raped.”
Moyna frowned, “No, I guess not.”
“Yeah, well in the end it got her killed and we were fucked over. I sooner than Alister, but I guess Hell won in the end.”
“Not completely,” said Moyna gesturing towards the bottom of Alister
O brave new worldWhen the bombs went off it devastated everything. Those of us that survived were left desolate, alone. Pockets of survivors like ships in a wasted sea. We were cut off from everything, from each other. No power, no food. After a while even the water shut off. Everything was from the cities, and the cities were gone.O brave new world5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The skies clouded with debris, and it rained for weeks. Then it was just dark. The leaves fell from the trees prematurely, and we were plunged, unprepared and shivering, into a nuclear winter.
Even more of us died, then. The stronger of us were forced to return to primitive roots, wearing the fur from what we could catch or what we killed to defend ourselves. Usually packs of wild dogs, ravening, all loyalty to us lost in an empty belly. Some stayed, but they were few, and no longer pampered, but used. We needed the companionship, both of us, a reminder of the times before. A friend.
We huddled ar
EFS: A lost cause Whitewater tumbled down the slope, heart broken in several places. Where was Sanja? Where was her beloved sister? She had been to all the spots Nylla had mentioned. Sanja was nowhere. Whitewater was alone.EFS: A lost cause3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Had Nylla lied? The herd seer is never wrong. She helped the lead stallion's brother escape from the humans years before Whitewater and her twin were born. Twins! It hit Whitewater like a bolt from the heavens. Twins had a connection, didn't they?
Breaking through the foliage, hooves making grooves in the wet earth, the white mare skidded to a halt. She tried to think of her gray sister with her wild eyes and dancing gait, but all she saw was the raging river, the one that flowed only a mile away. She followed the creek, which fed the great river, and then chased the current. Her chest ached, but it was not a physical pain, until she came to a point where the river narrowed, and a sandy patch with large, flat rocks bathed in the summer sunshine. She
Stealth LizardSneezing Wolf High - a high school AU by XavierTheSaviorStealth Lizard3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Disclaimer: This is fanfiction. The characters featured in this story are the property of Sneezing Wolf Studios. I acknowledge this and therefore lay no claim to them.
Chapter 4: Doesn't Detention Just Drag On
Tick. Tick. Tick. The relentless ticking of the clock on the wall of the detention room slowly bored its way into the minds of the students.
Black the dragon carefully and systematically ripped a page out of his notebook. He folded and creased it, then folded it again, carefully transforming the page into a paper airplane. His twin brother, White, slouched not-so-patiently at his desk at the other end of the room, seemingly aware of...
Sadako Screens turned her attention away from the lines of text that were appearing in the word processor window. Xavier's fanfiction WAS rather entertaining to read, but the female screen lizard was here on a mission and that w
Drabbles 2#- Dante“Justin, why did you create me?”Drabbles 2#- Dante3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The question took the scientist off guard. He turned around, to meet eyes with his friend that sat at the table of chemicals. Justin gave a questioning look, Dante has never asked that question before,why now?
“Why. Did you create me?” Dante asked again, irritation evident in his voice. Justin paused for a moment, pressing his lips together and thinking of a response. He chose his words carefully, averting his eyes from Dante’s gaze. Justin took a deep breath.
“Well..”Justin started,turning back around to his laptop,focusing on the task ahead. “A year ago, I found I could revive cells and make new ones..” Justin explained,his eyes still glue to the screen. He could hear Dante shift around in his chair, as if getting ready for the long story.
“When I did, I started to play around with the idea of new life. So I thought to myself, maybe I can make artificial life. Howeve
Drabble: The ShadowDrabble: The Shadow3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At first Nitch doesn’t notice that anything is amiss. But then, it’s early morning and he’s too tired to notice anything, really. He moves through his apartment, carefully sidestepping around the piles of clutter and knickknacks, forgetting that he could so easily just float over all of it.
His shadow looks like it’s watching him.
Nitch steps into the hall and yawns. There’s a few letters sitting on the tatty looking welcome mat by his front door. He reaches down for them and his shadow doesn’t move. And that’s when it dawns on him that something’s not quite right here.
He stares at his shadow and his shadow waves at him. Then it steps forward, revealing it’s not his shadow at all, as that remains in place on the wall. This new shadow is vaguely humanoid and formless, and while it’s certainly freaky Nitch can’t sense any malice coming from it.
“Uh...hi?” He says, raising an eyebrow.
The shadow waves again.
GullyI should have hit the ground ages ago. Oh look, there's the ditch. Hello ditch. The crack of her skull against gravel snatched her thoughts away. Drums beat loudly from her phone speakers with the hum of a Celtic lady.Gully5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A mhuirnín ó an dtiocfaidh tú na bhaile
A mhuirnín ó an dtiocfaidh tú liom
A mhuirnín ó an dtiocfaidh tú na bhaile
A mhuirnín ó
She opened her eyes and squinted against the late morning sun glaring through a small opening in the clouds. She attempted to look around, to remember what happened, but a searing pain traveling down her spine from the back of her head made the task impossible. She let out a quiet whimper.
Click, click, click.
Hooves against the freshly lain gravel her uncle had spread across the endless corn-lined roads just a week before. Hot breath blew her hair into her face, making it stick to her sweaty brow. Horse breath and sweet grass and dirt and... something else. What is that smell?
01_A day to myselfIt wasn't my day01_A day to myself5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It really wasn't
My morning was heavy
And I lacked the strength
To push myself out from my bed
I stayed like this for a few hours
Just staring at the ceiling
Hour after hour
Eventually I rolled out of bed
Got dressed and kicked myself out
No one knew where I was
Because I didn't tell anyone
If anyone needed me
They would've seen the note on my door
And that was all they would see of me
On this day that wasn't my own
I spent my day by the lake
Hidden under a tree and some bushes
Skipped rocks on it
I cried some
Even fell asleep where I was
I didn't want to be seen like this
Didn't want others to see such a mess
So I stayed alone
The whole day
When I got back to my room
I cried again
Cried till my pillow was stained
Then cried till I fell asleep once more
And when the next day came
I didn't feel as bad
Or as drained
And not as horrible either
It's a vicious cycle
But at the end of the day
It feels nice knowing that
I did not give in
The same way that I u
PrincessThere was a girl, once; a girl with long flowing hair, rich brown like chocolate, and captivating eyes that turned from blue to green and back again, depending on the light. Her smile as sweet as candy, her clothes bright as the sun. She caught the eye of anyone who saw her; the boys gazed at her in awe, while the girls stared on in jealousy.Princess3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
People called her a princess, and while her blood may not have been blue, she had a tendency to agree. This fact did not appease the green eyed ladies surrounding her, and a day would come when they acted on their negative emotions. Words sticky in malice were thrown towards her, sharp claws scratched at her skin, and greedy palms pushed her to the ground.
But every time, she got up. She stood, her head held high, the cruel words doing nothing but sliding off her body. Her smile remained, as sweet and as bright as ever. Their efforts had no effect on her; for she was a princess, and that belief was stronger than any lies they tried to f
TGB - ''Who We Are'' - Old Roleplay The sun hung high in sky, not long past mid-day. It should have been inviting, the afternoon of a beautiful autumn day, a slightly chill breeze flowing across the stone. Yet the adolescent barely noticed, her head down, tail practically dragging along the ground. She glanced warily at anyone she passed, as she made her way to the camp entrance...but she could not meet anyone’s gaze if they glanced back. Her paws were tired, having carried her all the way from Light-Tribe with little to no rest since. She’d left around dawn, and had gotten back to Shadow-Tribe not long after sunhigh - all around good time, she thought, considering what she was returning to do. She looked up at the entrance, knowing from Sojir that Cenek would be nearby, just outside.TGB - ''Who We Are'' - Old Roleplay1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tsu sighed. She’d said good-bye to the Yellow-Shadow last, eyes on her paws and fur fluffed up with shame. It hadn’t been easy. Even less easy had been trying to say goodbye to h
Star Spangled Ocean-I-Connecticut Gets a SubmarineStar Spangled Ocean-I-Connecticut Gets a Submarine3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
==ACT I – Connecticut Gets a Submarine!=
Captain Elijah sat comfortably in his chair as the WN Madison gently floated toward the risen sun. Nothing but the rippling ocean stood before the battleship.
Over the recent days, one of Minnesota's cargo freighters disappeared under mysterious circumstances while following a routine trade route with the island of Massachusetts. The presumption is that the ship capsized due to enhanced weather. A small hurricane had recently formed between New York, Massachusetts, and Connecticut; but not strong enough to harm the island. Regardless, the storm was likely strong enough to blow a simple cargo ship down. Of course, we haven't ruled out the possibility that the Sawyer Alliance intercepted the ship—considering Minnesota is an indirect ally of Wisconsin through trade. Amidst these concerns, battleship Madison has been called out to solve this mystery...
Elijah nodded to himself and stood up, then moved to the window of the b
%"I wish you wouldn't."%5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"You know that feeling when something makes sense, but it still feels like an asspull to you? It does make sense and you know it makes sense, but it's not the kind of sense that satisfies you?"
"Humor me anyway."
Tap. Tap. Sigh.
"I guess that'd be something that barely makes sense."
Carrion EaterDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author owns exclusive rights to this story.Carrion Eater19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I watched from the skies, circling high above the gray field that separated the low grasses from the trees. The huge beasts that moved faster than I could fly usually only ran on the gray strip, but this one had run off into the short grasses. When it struck the doe I was torn between being sad and being delighted.
Before long, I had company in the sky, several of my brethren circling with me. As we watched, the huge thing spit out a human from its side. It seemed this particular beast had tried to vanquish the human, who stumbled along, barely able to remain upright. Once, it doubled over, spilling its guts onto the gray strip. We'd learned from experience to stay away from that. Human innards were only to be consumed if one was starving to death.
The doe was still making noises, wounded sounds of warning letting
Like No One's WatchingThe sounds of the crowd were drowned out by the pounding of his own pulse in his ears. This is it, thought Zephyr as he and his spirit sister strode out onto the stage. Now or never. They walked to the center of the stage, turning to face the judges and bowing. The wolf took a deep breath as music filled the air. Time to show them a real dance with wolves.Like No One's Watching1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ashtree – his spirit sister – had years of experience where he had only one. She spun and moved across the stage, her feet in constant motion to the song. She smiled, giving him an encouraging nod.
Zephyr’s body remembered the routine better than he did himself, and despite his two left feet, the wolf matched the human girl step for step. His tail wagged and he soon forgot the crowd, the judges and everything else that had mattered moments before. There was just the two of them, dancing like they always had. Free and easy, two halves of a who
Resigned HesitationI told myself to do it; said I needed you-knew you needed me.... And yet I did not do it. The screaming pleas of my heart were never heard by my prideful mind. The pride that wouldn't let me go back to you. I sat there looking at the message, reading it until my eyes were dry... thinking about you thinking about me. I know it's not too late but yet, there's nothing I can do. I'm stuck because I want you back and I want it back to how it was when our love was a budding rose that had yet to be withered. I loved you with a passion that resonated through my veins resounding ever louder with the knowledge that you felt the same.Resigned Hesitation4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was the world against us and we said we didn't care. We said we were strong. I told you I would never leave you, you told me that you would never be happy without me.. The world won. We lost: we were weak. I left you, and you have a brighter light in your eyes than ever. Tell me, why is it we made promises that we couldn't keep? Why did I tell you f
The girl they once knew I feel like I’m drowning. Someone holding my body down and I’m getting sucked into the dark sticky abyss. Tendrils of darkness that feels like hands hold on to my wrists, making it harder to fight. Pulling me under till I cant breath. I fight till I’m too tired to fight anymore. Thinking to myself, what is the point anymore?The girl they once knew6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The tendrils let me go since I stopped moving, barely breathing. I give into them, letting the darkness take over me. Its so much easier to let them have me, no one else will notice that the girl they once knew is gone.