you're amazing! | nishinoya yuuyou're amazing! | nishinoya yuu3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I forgot what's it called,” Nishinoya mumbles as he ties the braclet around your wrist. You watch him silently as you sat down on the hard cement floor, your legs crossed. The boy upon you was struggling to tie the bracelet, and even though you offered your help, he shook his head and refused, and told you that it was his gift to you. Therefore, he was going to be the one to tie it. You weren't really sure why he was giving you a present, or what you did to receive a present, but you only kept quiet. “I think it was a promise bracelet or something. Friendship bracelet? Heh. I don't know.” He says, laughing a bit.
“Oh.” After a few knots here and there, Nishinoya finally finished tying the bracelet around your wrist. You brought it near to your face, turning it around to observe it. He must have been very proud of himself considering the smile on his face wouldn't go away. Then again, Nishinoya was always energetic and smil
Memory Remember that day we sat in the open field? No? Well I must have been alone, thinking of you. I remember your presence there. The field went on for miles and miles, becoming a blur of brown, sienna, yellow ochre. When I stared at it for too long, I lost my balance in the waving grasses. I had to find the tree to right myself again. One lone stubby tree in a million miles of dreaming field.Memory1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember the light coming from the left somewhere, because it struck the tree in a most magnificent manner. Its shadow stretched long and thin, finally fading into blurry little fingers. I don’t know the brand of tree it was, it was unfamiliar to me. Short, stubby, gnarly trunked, with large bushy leaves over little pods. Well actually, the pods and everything else must have been bigger than I remember. I was a very long way from the tree.
The sky was malevolent blue that day, with long rust-and- grey clouds sweeping sideways across it. A thin strip of pink on the horizon ga
Could Never Be You (Reader x Any Guy)It was amazing really, feeling close to him like you did. He was becoming a best friend to you and that was something you needed. What you didn’t need was to fall for him; a guy that you knew you couldn’t have. It wasn’t because you were insecure or having a lack of self-confidence, it was more along the lines of the fact that he was interested in your best girlfriend.Could Never Be You (Reader x Any Guy)2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You couldn’t help but squirm when his lovely eyes left you for her as she came to sit down at the table. Couldn’t help but become sad when he would hug her and not you. You would never tell him though; especially how much you liked him and enjoyed the fact that he made you smile.
He wasn’t yours, no matter what you did: wear the prettiest clothes, the nicest makeup- it was all for him, but when she was around you were just another shadow. He still spoke to you, but his attention was on her, eyes watching to see if she enjoyed his jokes. Each time she mentioned a type of guy she was in
Bys: Gawk“That was a nice dip!” Lucy gushed as she walked barefoot out of the guild pool’s changing rooms for the ladies. Levy couldn’t have agreed more as she followed Lucy, Erza, Juvia and Cana down the hallway that separated the men’s changing rooms from the women’s before entering the pool area. It is the middle of summer which means blistering heat is everywhere. More shaved ice, almost frozen drinks and water is consumed to the point of inhalation.Bys: Gawk1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Happy to have the sweat and grime washed away from her skin, Levy pressed the fluff of her damp towel against her cheek.
“Ladies,” greeted a deep, amused voice to their left. All the girls chimed a hello to Pantherlilly as he jogged by them with a towel and some hair ties in his arms. Since she is in the back of the pack, Levy glanced over her shoulder to smile at the Exceed.
Standing in the doorway of the men’s side stood an almost naked Gajeel. An innocent white towel hung lim
heavy chest. dying treasure.I found the place where she died the first time (they say we all die twice).heavy chest. dying treasure.3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There were no ropes or razors or jewels of blood but I know she died there, because the apples were all mourning. I went to gather her belongings from the house and everything looked so normal at first. I don’t know what I expected. Suicide notes scrawled on the walls despite them saying she hadn’t left any, cracked light bulbs; the glass shattered like her heart, split-seamed cushions to match her broken veins, pools of tears in the ashtrays? I didn’t know this was what I expected until I noticed their glaring absence. My god someone had even bleached the toilet recently. Was it her? Did she look at the bleach and consider drinking it? I wanted to tell myself there was a smell of despair. That I found a single strand of her hair and cried over it. That the cushions still had the imprints of her elbows in them and the saucepan handles were still warm from her touch. But there was no sign of h
The First FeedingYou're going to burst.The First Feeding3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Seated in the kitchen chair, hands tied tightly behind your back, you have no power to resist as I continued to shovel food down your mouth. You tried simply saying, "no!". You tried to closed your lips and turn your head away. Even resorted to straining against the ropes that bound your hands. In the end, you realised there was no escape. You were left with no choice to sit there like a good little piggy and eat.
It started with pizza, which has always been your favourite. One, two, three boxes down, and your belly was already beginning to strain against your work shirt. Swelling out, it pushed against your shirt buttons, showing slivers of skin in the thin gaps between.I couldn't wait to see those buttons pop.
You thought we were done with pizza. I scoffed at this. Next came the cheeseburgers, which I fed you slowly. I knew you loved them, and wanted you to enjoy them. The strong, meaty flavour, drowned in all that melted cheese and tangy sauce. A few crumbs cl
a place for flowersGwen finished arranging the flowers in a vase. "You'll be better in no time," she whispered to Jake, who was sleeping soundly in the hospital bed. Fondly, she straightened the wedding ring on his fourth finger. "I'll be back soon," she promised, buttoning up her coat.a place for flowers5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Michaela!" came a shout from the end of the hall.
Gwen started. Who was that? Jake groaned quietly in his sleep, and she frowned. It wouldn't do at all to have some hooligan disturb him. He needed his sleep. She took a last glance at his sleeping form and hurried down the aisle until she saw the source of noise: a man with a bloody bandage and an abnormally pale face, his youthful features haggard.
Too youthful, really. What were they doing, sending boys out on the field? Gwen felt distinctly queasy at the thought of little Philip, back at home, being sent out with nothing more than a gun and poorly given instructions.
"Excuse me," Gwen called to a passing member of the medical staff. "This man, he's calling for s
Home of Lost Imagination I am fading.Home of Lost Imagination5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The flashes of our memories play across my vision like home-made movies. Her laughter rings in my ears like constant bells reminding me of what is gone and the picture of her crooked, marvelous smile plasters itself to my memory as if her happiness was nothing more than pure, childhood innocence. I flail my arms, reaching for these slivers of silver memories dissipating inside her brain. She pushes me back into the void of her mind, doomed to dissolve away like the countless memories she made with me. As hard as my invisible presence can, I push back, calling out without vocal cords and trying to rattle some whisper of my existence in her conscious.
I am failing.
So I wrap myself aro
Hetalia X Neko Reader SpecialHetalia X Neko Reader SpecialHetalia X Neko Reader Special2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hello everyone, Kitty-chan here. This is a chapter special. Here I will recap what has happened so far and give a preview of what will happen in the future.
WARNING!!!! CONTAINS SPOILERS OF PAST AND FUTURE!!! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW DON'T READ!!!!!
1. Take Me Home: First off (Name) is an above average intelligence cat who lives with five men named Ludwig, Gilbert, Feliciano, Lovino and Kiku. At first glance you wouldn't guess these guys to be cat people or over protective of said feline. As stated in chapter 1 Ludwig immediately protests the idea of getting a cat since he is a dog person yet Gilbert who is also a dog person finds her cute. The five agree to get her and sign their names on the adoption form.
2. New Home: Take note, an animal will know when someone doesn't like them they will follow them everywhere until they like them. This is the main reason (Name) is very affectionate toward Ludwig. Also Ludwig denies her int
knowThey say write what you know. I know I don't know who they are. But I know they have a good point.know1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I know fear sucks. I know worry hurts. I know that I don't know all the answers. I know that when I'm alone everything is fine, nothing is so serious and nothing is wrong. I know that I'm going to die. I know that doesn't make sense to me. I know that's ok.
I know that I want to live strongly, wisely, abundantly, freely, and long. I know that I want to learn. I know that I want to live peacefully. I know that what I want isn't given to me. I know that I have to feel what I want to make it mine.
I know that everything is ok. I know that everything has always been ok and everything will always be ok. I know that I was not always ok with everything.
I know that there are a lot of problems in the world. I know that I care. I know that I don't want to care sometimes. I know that it doe
i am, i am, i amI am the cold winter sunlight that shines through the gap between my thighs, the pale hands with their bloodless fingers, the hair that floats to the ground in free-falling gossamer strands.i am, i am, i am1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I am the shaking voice in the therapist's voicemail box, the distorted vision seen in the mirror's cruel reflection, the stumbling steps that echo down the hospital's corridor.
I am the girl in the corner of the room who throws her pizza away without a bite, the girl who drinks coffee to drown her appetite in sorrows, the girl who wraps her fingers around her wrist every ten minutes or so to feel the bones there that protrude like skeletal wings.
I am alone, and afraid, and so afraid of being alone.
I am, but no longer, me.
A Letter to a WriterMy dearest writer,A Letter to a Writer4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I am writing this letter to tell you how special you are. I think writers like you need to hear that more often. But first, you need to know one thing: I do not think of you as a writer. No. In my mind you are a wizard of words, endowed with a certain piece of magic to make your stories come to life. Let me explain to you, dear writer, exactly what I mean.
Your words enter my head each night and pound against my brain until it acknowledges their presence, and the scenes your pen has so carefully brought to life splash haphazardly across the blank canvas of my subconscious mind. I can't stop thinking about the people you have created with little lines and swirls of ink on a page, and wondering if they could have done anything to avoid their untimely ends. Their deaths haunt me still, when I call your book back to mind. I grieved for them like I would close friends.
Tag-Team“So, how do you think he took it?”Tag-Team5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As Tristan asked this question, he blasted a ferocious shadow that had launched towards him. The mutated creature squealed from the cold icy breeze, shrinking back away from him. Looking to the blonde angel next to him, he lifted a brow. “I mean, Reyna’s story isn’t exactly a cake-walk,” he reminded Cressida.
She turned to frown at him, and when she did so, she saw another shadow coming up behind him. Rushing forward, Cressida gave the beast a quick slice, sending it into ashes as it writhed and cried out for the last time. “You really want to talk about this right now?” she asked him with a huff, gesturing to the sight around them.
Today they were not on their own. Once the notice had gone out about this cirque du darkness, almost all of the angels had come forth, teaming together to fight. What had appeared to be a cheerful, vibrant big top tent had become a nightmarish hell once they stepped inside. C
Chima's Oath of AlligenceI will Protect and Respect ChimaChima's Oath of Alligence2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I will Share its Fears and I will Share its Dreams.
Do you swear never to jeopardize the safety of this land?
Do you swear to work hard and earn your comfortable life here on this world?
And do you swear that, from this point forth, you'll be proud to be called a Citizen of Chima?
Then there is nothing more to say. Welcome to Chima, friends!
pastThere was that time I went to a family doctor. I'd not been to one since about 16 years old. So maybe 5 years. I had no real problems to address but I felt a check-up was a good idea. As usual the doctor had nothing to tell me. I was fine on all levels. But emotionally I wasn't doing so great. Maybe the doctor sensed this. He was a younger guy, maybe 30 something. He asked me if there was anything I wanted to ask him. So I did. I asked him about sex. I told him I was all turned around inside and out about sex. He asked me if I'd had any. I said no. So he told me to go out and get laid. Those were his words. They weren't the words I wanted to hear. I wanted a grown up man to tell me something different than a teenager would tell me. I thanked the doctor and went on my way.past4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Earlier, while I was waiting in the waiting room for the standard 30 or 40 minutes, I'd found myself in
A ChuvaOlho para os lados e vejo a mais estranha terra. Será que tudo que eu conhecia de antes ficou para trás? Não, não podia ser. Eu vivo o Fado Tropical. Isso era de antes.A Chuva5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lembro-me da propaganda que se dizia pela família, mas não eram aquelas despedaçadas famílias? Lembro-me da chuva. Maldita chuva. Escrevi algum poema qualquer sobre ela. Ela.
Ela. E lá é lá. Lá que ela estava, fosse aonde fosse, lá, um lugar melhor. Um lugar sem tiranos. Mas como poderia? Eu não a vejo há cinco anos. Seu pai, meu filho, havia morrido pelas mãos da mulher que amou e só eu fiquei para cuidar dela, ela que foi o que sobrou para me lembrar do meu menino. Por onde andaria ela agora? Nessa titanomaquia eu não fui capaz de protegê-la. Mas quais poderiam, quando céus e terras se erguiam e destruíam? Quem o faria, quando a própria realidade traia?
Aonde foram os cravos? E os reis de outrora, que a Á
In the Snow"No, you do not want to go outside right now," Mathias stated firmly, trying to ignore the look of intensity in those golden eyes that looked into his own. He couldn't even begin to fathom at all why Chevalier had suddenly decided that he needed to go out of the comforts of the house and into the outside. It was snowing and windy to boot, the temperature dropping even before the sun had vanished on the horizon. It wasn't a storm, but that didn't mean it was comfortable to be out in. Mathias reckoned even something that was made to be out in that cold would much rather be inside on a night like this. Apparently he had reckoned wrong before there was a small noise, a mix between an irritated huff and a growl, that came forth from the tokota's muzzle when he didn't immediately move to give Chevalier what he wanted. Mathias just quirked an eyebrow at the noise. A faint worry that perhaps Chevalier might not be feeling well tugged at him, but he tried to dismiss it. Other than this sudden dIn the Snow1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This