But I Can't Bring Myself to StopI'm well aware it's killing me.But I Can't Bring Myself to Stop1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Elegance in Ropes and Silk - SundayElegance in Ropes and Silk - Sunday13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
She was sitting on a park bench, not paying much attention to the world, occasionally looking around as if somebody was going to come and sit with her. Dark haired, that hair swept back from her face, her makeup was subtle, the single pearl earrings the only sign of her obvious wealth and breeding.
Obvious to me at any rate. I looked at her clothes – a Dior silk jacket and skirt, cream with the hint of a black camisole under the jacket, and a pair of long black leather boots – thigh high at a guess, given the way they disappeared under the hem of the skirt. They had four inch stiletto heels, and the entire look made her that kind of aloof beauty you tended only to see in good Art Nouveau films of the 1960’s.
For me, however, I had a different view of the woman, so when she finally stood up and walked along the path, I followed at a discrete distance, taking in the beauty of the trees and the statues. Eventually, she made her way into a townhous
Tierra Firma [APH Spain Mexico oneshot]Spain ordered for certain things to be brought to his chambers immediately. He had work to do. Although he had triumphed over The Aztec Empire, he was not yet done. He needed this land to be his, completely and officially. The shimmering, extravagant capital city had made it clear that there was wealth here. If he could control this land, Spain could be richer than any other country in Europe, richer than he ever dreamed possible. He, the discarded bastard son of Rome, would no longer be a collection of warring kingdom; he would be an empire of his own. He now held everything he needed to establish that dominance in the form of a young boy.Tierra Firma [APH Spain Mexico oneshot]5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Aztec’s son had cried against him as they had left Tenochititlan, but the tears had dried quickly, leaving only dry shudders in their place. Apparently exhausted by the grief, he had fallen asleep. Spain’s heart had fluttered as the child wrapped his tiny arms around his neck instinctively for comfort. Something paternal that Spain
How I Imagine HealingYou know how it feels when your heart breaks?How I Imagine Healing1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The crushing pain, grasping for breath, your entire being crumbles. That pain, it stays with you. you try to get over it, but it's always there. You try to numb yourself but you aren't really numb, you are just used to it. And people, they tell you that in time you will heal. And you want to shake them and scream "FUCK TIME!!!" But instead you politely pretend to accept their advice. How do you really heal? How do you know you are healing?
Your heart... it heals the same way it breaks. The crushing pain, grasping for breath, your entire being crumbles. Everything that you thought you knew turns backwards. It spins so fast and you become so confused and you try to fight it and your heart screams "NO! No, let me stay broken. Do not fix me only to let me break again."
It has to hurt. Nothing becomes stronger without pain. You try so hard to force it
Emotions and Sensations: SassySassy struts the walkway of the world like she owns it.Emotions and Sensations: Sassy1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
An air of confidence drapes over her like an opulent cape as she takes one deliberate stride after another, her supermodel legs walking a mile with each step. With a tongue of sharp wit and an honesty policy blunt enough to slash, she charges against her opponents with style and class, with words that sharpen like swords and comebacks that hammer minds. The people project out cheers in her wake, reveling in her fine attitude. Watching her enemies melt with an authoritative snap of her fingers is what she loves best.
She is sassy, and she won't hesitate to burn you.
His name is Longshot So a year passes and we ask ourselves the same things. How did we get this way? Blame, blame. He’s me, I’m him. I’m not, though. You see, over a year, we have become more than our scars and flaws. Last year it was evident I had accepted that I was addicted to sadness and the burden of all that happened. A character I created who began to create me. His raison-d’etre is to be there for me. To be my admiration, a nuisance or simply a bystander. To be there only when I need him, or when I think I don’t. The way I define conscience is Longshot. Oh but this time, this time...he has some opinion of it.His name is Longshot1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“I’m not your conscience,” he says, “I’m just running errands for the devil and I’m picking up the good Scotch.”
The way Longshot defines me is the good Scotch.
He loves me. If that’s what you call it. He loves me with so much loyalty an
Fishing Day“Alright, let’s see,” Lee says, standing on the back of his beat up old pickup truck to look at the small pack of tokotas waiting impatiently in front of him. “Mimi, Cordelia, Sierra, Nix, and Luta; looks like everyone’s here,” he nods, relieved that he wouldn’t have to explain to anyone’s owners why he’d lost their tokos. He hops down off the tail gate into the midst of the tokotas, and pats a couple of them before heading down towards the lake, motioning them along after him.Fishing Day1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“You guys and gals up for a little fishing today?”
He gets several affirmative ‘whuffs,’ and the sound of tails wagging in the air, or scattering dirt across the ground. They are, at least, enthusiastic for the most part, though Lee is careful to keep his eye on the black tokota eyeing the not-yet-iced-over water closely, like he’s afraid it might jump forwards and bite him. Despite the seeming fear, Sierra shows no hesitance in
My Cake!Eleven-year-old Jake looked to his left, then to his right, then back at the last piece of cake on the table. In a flash he grabbed it and scuttled out of the kitchen, sitting down in front of the television and preparing to eat. But then a hand closed over his head.My Cake!3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“Uh oh,” the boy cried, looking up at his dad, who was now standing there glaring playfully at the boy. He held the plate up. “That one?” he asked in a high-pitched voice.
“Why thankyou,” said the boy’s father, letting go of his son’s soft, thick brown hair and taking the cake. He set it down on the table. “You tried to take my cake… MY CAKE!” the man boomed. Jake giggled.
“I was er… keeping it warm for you?” the boy tried to reason. The boy’s dad chuckled.
“With what, your stomach?” he cried. The boy giggled again and nodded happily. “Well, now you need to pay the price for trying to take my cake!” the man cri
Clocktober #7 - Three Word StoryClocktober #7 - Three Word Story2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"You always tell me the coolest stories, Jessica, I love staying here!"
"Thanks, Linda!" The young woman grinned, patting a head seven years old. Her eyes abandoned the living room for a second, latching on the wall phone inside her kitchen. She then returned her attention to the girl. "Your babysitter is the best storyteller there is, isn't she?" Linda nodded happily. "Smart kid!"
"OH! My teacher says there's very, very short stories. As short as six words long! He said that only the best can make them work. I bet you can!"
"Oh, of course, sweetie! Let me think, hmmm..."
"Wait, no! You're the best at telling stories! You can make it even shorter!"
"Three words long!"
"Piece of cake!"
Linda giggled. At that moment the phone rang and Jessica practically flew to get it. Within ten seconds, Linda heard an euphoric squeal. She had been taught by daddy not to listen on people's phone calls, though, and kept playing with her cars until, several minutes later, Jessica came back.
welcome to my heartmy first love was a beautiful boy who was all legs and ribs and blue eyes and feathers. he gave me a feather the day he told me that we could join hands and walk home, it was a fallen peacock feather and that should have been foreshadowing. as time passed he rose towards the clear blue skies and i sank into the mud, but he didn’t notice because my eyes were so brown already. he said i twinkled like his stars, when it was really hellfire burning in my veins and dripping from the slits in my hips. when he realized this we had a disagreement, but it was resolved when i apologized and agreed to drink the holy water that poured from the grey clouds that i had pulled onto the set. we went to a masquerade party and that was when he realized that he didn’t really know me, that he had only seen my fleshy mask under the turquoise and silver one i wore that night. the gemstones must have looked too much like tears and he didn’t want someone who was sad. so he broke things off anwelcome to my heart5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
10 Minute Story |Action| - Don't Wake The Devil"What are you doing?! Run! NOW!"10 Minute Story |Action| - Don't Wake The Devil5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
In just a few seconds, my entire life flashed right in front of my eyes. How did things suddenly become this way? The both of us were finally seeing each other again after so long, so why did this have to happen?
"I'M NOT LEAVING YOU BEHIND, IDIOT."
I couldn't waste anymore time. From here on, I know it was either kill.. or be killed. To be honest, if I knew ten minutes ago that this was going to happen, I wouldn't have chosen to walk through this dark alley that serves as a shortcut to where I was headed to. But it was the first time in six years that I was finally going to see him again. I just couldn't wait.
I wanted to get to him as quickly as possible.
"Look, unlike you, I grew up all roughed up. I can handle this. So if you can keep up with me, do it. Otherwise, YOU run."
I knew I sounded crazy considering I'm the woman and he's the man here, but we both know it's true anyway. When faced with a situation like this where you me
.:Helping The One In Need:.Hearing the front door opening, Lumi was quickly on her feet as she walked across the living room, stopping by the doorway as she watched Emily lower the two bags of groceries on the floor before pushing the door close after her..:Helping The One In Need:.3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“Hey, Em, can I talk to you about something?”
The brunette raised a brow at her as she kicked her shoes off before leaning down to grab the bags again. “Can you wait a minute, I have to empty these.”
“But this is, like, really important?”
“Two minutes, Lumi,” she sighed, the brunette turning to enter into the kitchen from the entry hall. Biting her lip, Lumi returned to the living room, taking a heavy seat on the couch as she listened the older woman rustle her way in the kitchen for a while before she finally appeared to the living room doorway.
“Alright, Lumi, what –“
Deer The deer loomed over me. I watched as it walked slowly about the clearing in the misty forest, pausing occasionally to peer about its surroundings. Slowly, almost hesitantly, the creature lower its head to nibble on the dew covered green grass that lined the forest floor. I marveled at how this giant, rippling creature could possess such a delicateness. It didn’t need to treat the world it lived in like it feared it would break should it be too reckless. Yet here it was, the hulking beast that instead of thundering through the forest like a raving drunk approached it with caution. With care. Maybe that’s what this world needs. A little care I mused.Deer2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Suddenly, a noise rang out through the still silence. The deer, and myself, perked up.
“Damn! Did-cha’ see the horns on that one?” hollered a far off voice. Dread filled my core. Hunters. They plagued my quiet forest like a sickness, leaving
birdyit had been an hour since you began to stare up at the ceiling fan, small body resting on our bed. i wondered if it was because you felt like you were going in circles, too.birdy4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“i don’t know what to do anymore”
your voice was quiet, as if you had said some sort of secret. you reminded me of a baby bird, too early fallen from the nest. no matter how hard you beat your wings, you were stuck on the ground.
it had started with me watching you fall asleep, and now all i could see was you falling apart. i didn’t believe in god and yet i sent empty prayers to see you better. when you asked me what was wrong with you, i never knew what to say.
i wanted to reach out and touch you, but you were brittle, and i was afraid. i was afraid that you’d shatter into dust, the last traces of you glittering in the golden deluge of evening light.
“take me somewhere nice”
it was a plea i couldn’t answer -- i didn’t know where nice was. i though
Change of Plans"No, Kevin, I don't need to be protected!" Kevin raised his eyebrow.Change of Plans2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"No? Then what's that on your face?" I covered my face with my hair, but not before he got a clear view of the scratches running down my right cheekbone.
"None of your business!" He smiled at me.
"You know I'm right. It's for your own good." I folded my arms.
"No. I don't care what you think, I don't need to be protected!" He shrugged.
"It's out of my hands now." I opened my mouth to question him, just as David picked me up from behind.
"Hello little sister." I shrieked with surprise as he threw me over his shoulder; he was half a foot taller than I, and the vantage point was dizzying.
"Put me down!" I screamed. David ignored me in favor of Kevin, who was smiling triumphantly.
"Don't worry, we will. Just not yet." I rolled my eyes and tried to kick him, but he didn't react. Instead David carried me over to a chair and forced me into it.
"Come on, Kev, I need your help." I struggled and kicked, but it didn't seem to ma
Last Resort - Day 278"You can't do this to me! I'm your captain!"Last Resort - Day 27812 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"Yeah, you're my captain . . . the captain who beat his crew, threw them overboard, and horded the supplies for yourself. You are a captain, a very selfish captain."
"Ha ha, so what, you're going to punish me to stop me from hurting anyone? Throw me overboard because I threw people overboard!? You're no better than I am!"
"I am . . . because I have a reason to do this. You do it because you can. You abuse your power."
"Ha ha, ha ha, HA HA! GET AWAY FROM ME!"
"Tell the devil I sent you!"
"AAAaaahhh . . ."
"God damn, crazy old man. It didn't have to be this way. You forced me to do this."
undressedundressed16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Candy removed her clothes, smiled seductively, and removed her clothes again.
"What's your name?" she asked, as she stripped off her clothes.
She crossed over to the bed and slowly got undressed.
"You see? She's been like this all night. She must have taken off forty sets of clothes already," said the john.
"Sorry about that, sir," said the Cyber-brothel Tech Support Specialist. "I can offer you a discount on your time for the inconvenience."
"Hey Sexy," said Candy, as she peeled off her skin.
Keep still."Hush", she whispered, "they are coming."Keep still.4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Academy of murder: Chapter 10Academy of murder: Chapter 101 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Alive students: 10
We were already out of the cafeteria for a second and I could feel a huge amount of guilt. We have no choice but to get Mieko dead or alive or else we all would die. I know that I don't want to die in this horrible place, but to betray Mieko? I never want to betray anyone, especially if they did this to save us from the next previous unknown motive.
I looked up as everyone else suddenly stopped and looked at me. Suma was the one who looked at me in concern and stood in front of me. "Are you okay? You have been silent and sad the whole time." She asked in concern.
I shook my head and looked down. "No. I'm not okay. I really don't want to do this to be honest." I said. "Guys, are we really going to betray our classmate like that?"
As I asked that question, everyone looked away from me and stayed silent. By seeing the sad look on Suma's, Nao's, Yogi's and Demiyah's faces, I
Not-Dad Her not-dad was staring at her with hopeful eyes. “Sit.” Jessica commanded. “Stay.” He lowered himself into the kitchen chair, but sprang right up. “Treat?” He asked.Not-Dad4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“Sit.” Jessica ordered. “Stay.”
This time, her not-dad stayed, but he wriggled in the chair and held out his hand. Jessica sighed. “All right.” She tossed him a few blueberries which her not-dad shoved into his mouth.
“Good boy.” He said. “Good man.”
“Yes, good boy. No, stay.” He sank back down, a sheepish expression on his face.
Flash Oct'15: Kelis [Princess]Rain was pouring. Cats and dogs. Cats. Plum.Flash Oct'15: Kelis [Princess]5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Hadn’t seen him since lunch. It was bed time now. So worried.
Worried enough to sneak out.
Andy caught me as I dropped from the kitchen window. Shined the flashlight in his face. He stuck out his tongue. Silly.
“We’ll find em, don’t you worry!”
We didn’t. Walked back to my house. Soaked and Defeated.
Mama was on the porch. Hands on her hips. Not happy.
“...Plum was missing.”
“That cat was cozy, sleepin' in the linen closet”
Andy was dying. Mama shook her head.
“Get yo tails back in this house.”
Molting DayThe feeling of tightness in your scales was the first sign that the day of your next skin-shedding was about to come.Molting Day5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Over the past few days, the sensation has intensified, spreading throughout your body as your skin felt tighter and tighter. Finally, just this morning, your scaly hide began to split.
You lock yourself in your bedroom and take off all your clothes. Examining yourself in the mirror, you find the telltale rip in your scales, the vulnerable layer of skin visible underneath.
You can just reach the spot. Catching the loose layer of skin to one side, you pull, but the skin fails to give. You fetch a skinning knife that you keep around for this exact reason, and lightly apply it, gently slicing the skin open like tape under a box cutter.
Soon the opening is large enough that you can slip it over your head. You pull the skin down as though you were taking off a costume, carefully slipping your limbs out of it.
Finally, your former layer of scales
Don't Post"Please don't post any photos from last night."Don't Post7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I stare tantalizingly at my phone screen as that Facebook status I just typed out. The last thing I need is for my 85 year old great grandmother to see pictures of her sweet great granddaughter plastered, sloppy, drunk in a bar. I don't even want to see them. And I sure as hell don't want them reappearing in my time-hop three years from now. The piercing headache is reminder enough.
I didn't even want to go, honestly. I just wanted to sit home, be alone and cry. But, my friends dragged me out, they said it would help. And I mean, I guess I had a good time because I didn't wake up in my own bed, or m