Master Clock Tick. Tick. Tick.Master Clock 5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
June stared at the alarm clock. She didn’t know where it came from, how it got there. All she knew was that it looked almost exactly like her father’s old one, with a yellowed face and bold, old style numbering.
It sat on the shelf in the antique shop, and while a thin layer of dust coated everything else, it looked newly cleaned. It seemed out of place in general, she thought, still staring. It was the only mechanical thing in the shop; there were mostly just carvings and furniture.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Maybe it was the owner’s alarm clock, and for some reason they’d forgotten it there, though the yellow sticker with the price—ten dollars and seventy five cents—said otherwise.
A Story of How a Horde of Elephants Saved My ButtThe problem about wearing a dress is that it gets in the way of everything. The problem about wearing pants is that people yell at you claiming you’re a disgusting witch and should be burned to death before men walk up to you and just shrivel up and die from the sight.A Story of How a Horde of Elephants Saved My Butt5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Okay, so the witch thing wasn’t completely wrong. I mean, it’s not even my fault. It’s not like I wanted to have magic powers that just randomly conjure up a hoard of elephants. I mean, having magic powers is cool and all, but not when you live in the late 1600’s and everyone wants to kill you because you’re wearing pants.
And like the worst part about having powers is I literally cannot tell anyone otherwise these brilliant town folk will surely want me burned at the stake. And it’s ridiculous because they’re just shooting people down every hour, claiming “she’s a witch!” just because they don’t know how to take care of their cows and literally they
Forced TogetherForced Together5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Although, over the course of my career, I have visited a large number of homes of differing sizes and locations, somehow – and I am sure a psychologist could explain why given enough time – it is those where I have had to ensure more than one person is unable to raise the alarm that give the greatest satisfaction.
Maybe it’s because I show my dominance, or it’s not quite so bad when there’s more than one person struggling, I’m not sure, but – look, let me give you an example. Couple of months ago, I decided to visit an apartment downtown. Not important where, you may have seen the reports – anyway, I managed to get in using the fire exit and looked round.
It was a nice place – well furnished, tasteful pictures, and a nice big safe in the bedroom which I was looking at, and preparing to open, when the apartment door opened and closed.
Peeking out, I saw a woman in her late fifties, with hair obviously dyed red, and
FFM 31: The Very BeginningOf course it wasn’t actually the Very Beginning. But for them, it was. All five of the stars in existence twinkled overhead, brighter than any of those little dots you can see today. Our little moon drifted through the unfurling void of the fledgling Universe, a tiny speck in a world that was birthed while its previous one was still ending. It is The Way: ebb and flow, give and take. The rhythm of life.FFM 31: The Very Beginning4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I summoned my children to me, and they rose from the dirt like colored steam. Still little more than abstract concepts, they hadn’t even experienced physical form, yet. But they’d grown and evolved so quickly, my little thoughtforms.
“Good morning, father,” the red ball of energy on the left vibrated. I was just beginning to name them. I called that one A(lpha/rtemis/nsuz….).
“Good morning, my child,” I had no mouth with which to smile, but they felt it nonetheless. “
The Perfect StrangerI dreamed of her for the first time a week after we met. I didn't have her face, or her name, or know the sweet sound of her voice, but I dreamed her. She sat on my couch and we talked of the oddest things. I did not tell her though.The Perfect Stranger6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A month later she was still a mystery. She was faceless, but I knew she was beautiful. She had no voice, but I knew she sang like an angel. She didn't have a name, but I knew it was the most elegant set of syllables on Earth.
I dreamed of her again.
She lay her head on my chest and I held her all night. We confessed our sins and I made lifelong promises. I too embarrassed to admit it.
I told her everything without hesitation.
If my boss yelled at me, she knew. If I accidentally stole a candy bar with my groceries, she knew. She told me little about herself. I knew that she hated where she was and who she was. It was hard to see the most magnificent person I knew struggle.
She was in my dreams again.
Almost every night now she was there. I
Tickled By A Gigglorax P2In Nikolai’s opinion, Boogerxinaxixizax was the best tickler on Minor Planet. The boy’s Giggie happily drummed her tendrils all over the blond eleven-year-olds ribs and pits, alternating between the two but swapping the techniques up every now and then. Just to make the youngster squeal, the boy’s Giggie would occasionally squeeze Nikolai’s sides or knees. This kept the boy in a fit of excited hysterics throughout the whole session. Eventually Boogerxinaxixizax moved away from her ticklee’s ribs and armpits and worked down to another area.Tickled By A Gigglorax P22 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” the boy cried in response to his Giggie’s question of whether he was enjoying the session. Now Nikolai was experiencing thirty tentacles tips drumming and skittering all over his little tummy and flanks. The tentacles teasing his sides occasionally squeezed them and this had the boy arching his back out and squealing desperately. His belly button was probed too and the youngs
NamelessHe didn't sleep that night. Instead he lay with open eyes, breathing as shallowly as he dared, waiting and watching the visions that flashed through his mind:Nameless1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Nameless, she stalks him. Nameless, she hunts him. Her claws are red and sharp. Her smile is lips and teeth and black abyss, and she will swallow him whole: first his name and then his body and then his soul.
He clutched at the bedsheets with a trembling fist, willing himself to stay still. She will not find me. She will not find me. She will not find me. Through the curtains came a flash of lightning, a sharp crack of thunder, the sound of heavy rain: he stifled a whimper.
Nameless, she looks at him, with madness flashing in her eyes. Nameless, she kisses him, and madness ignites in his mind. Nameless, she swallows him: first his name and then his body and then his soul.
When morning came he could no longer remember who he was.
The Stars in your EyesStars in your EyesThe Stars in your Eyes1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I see my eyes reflected upon metal flesh, and I wonder? Are humans not machines themselves? What distinguishes us from those of blood ridden hearts and weak skin; besides what we are made of? We are coded, we are created, yet the same could be said for them… Are we not human where it matters? Do we not bare souls?
The evening cast a soft burnish glow upon the field in which she lay, white moths flittered from their homes to caress the sky with pale wingtips. There was nothing but the sound of wind and breath; the lazy movement of long pale grass rippling in the breeze. Nimue, it seemed to whisper, Nimue… A wishful thought. The girl in question was laying there amongst the grass, watching as the sky darkened and the bugs started their nightly carnival; dancing and weaving around the other. She briefly wondered what Cheer would think about this sight; what he would say if he could talk, before she threw it from mind. After all she already had
FFM15 - 28: The Spiders of MarsI’d seen a lot of things in Magic Dance, but nothing like this. I sat at the bar, sipping a Moonage Daydream, no different to any other night, when she walked in. Legs like pins, and a head of the thickest blond locks you’ve ever seen.FFM15 - 28: The Spiders of Mars6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She took the stool next to me. “Space Oddity,” she said in a voice deeper than Sinatra’s. The bartender placed a blue-green drink on the bar in front of her.
“I’m Ziggy,” she said, Adam’s apple bouncing up and down.
I gave a small nod. “John,” I managed. The next words just slipped out. “What are you?”
She smiled and winked. “Whatever the world needs me to be.”
I was saved from making further conversation when the door swung open again and a young couple entered. The guy stopped half way across the bar and threw his arms up. “Why, if it isn’t our own Lady Stardust,” he cried.
“Take a seat, love” Ziggy waved him over. “Jaret
HoldingI am locked in a prison of my own making.Holding6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
All of my bad decisions have led me here – to the brink of hopelessness; forgotten in the dark. The torches burn dimly and I stretch my freezing hands up towards their warmth in vain. They are too far away and I cannot reach that high. Their heat never reaches me.
The floor is cold and my head is throbbing with dull pain. I touch the bandages, I feel the crusted blood covering them, and I twist my fingers around my skull. I can’t believe I’ve failed so much to end up in this place. I can’t believe thinking things would never become this bad. I was happy to live in the fog.
The stones stay stones, the walls remain walls, and there’s nothing sharp in sight. I’ve checked and re-checked – every corner – endlessly. There is nothing for me to scrape the messages into my arms that I am desperate to send. There is nothing here but darkness and stillness and my thoughts.
The light is always terrible here,
Love and comfort in stormy days (Chien)Love and comfort in stormy days (Chien)6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The wind was blowing hard, the rain fell down rapidly against the window and you could hear the soft rumbling of thunder outside. Inside the house at the living room, a blond haired gitl Chiya sat alone and sadly at the couch.
She hated storms. She was supposed to get used to it when she lived in England, but this time it was worse than here. The storm right now really scared. Her older brother or her grandparents always comfort her, but this time they weren't here. She now lives in Japan because of her study and her older brother had to attend a interview.
Her body started to shake in fear as the rumbling of the thunder was getting closer. She can't take this any longer and she needs someone to comfort her now. So she grabbed her mobile phone and decided to call someone.
As she scanned to the contacts, she noticed a name of her closest friend and her crush. Ren Makoto. She blushed slightly when she thought about him. She doubted if she should call him, but she knew that she needs some
The Morning and Evening StarWhen had he last held a sword or felt the warm embrace of his wife? Or even stood proudly by as she cradled their newborn son? It felt like years, many seasons of the Nile flooding her banks. The torches were flickering, teased by a light breeze. Ramses stared down at his hands, turning them over. Lined, weathered. Worn from age. Even his sight was dimmer than it had been in years past.The Morning and Evening Star2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One of the palace slaves approached cautiously, dropping to her knees for a brief moment before offering her hand to him. He took it silently, without protest. Years ago he might have denied his frailty, backhanded her for her presumption. She was a slave and he was Pharoh. No longer, he was an old man and tired.
The palace was oddly silent on this night, once it had been filled with music and the sound of voices but not this time.
His rooms looked out onto the river and the setting sun. “Will I be remembered?”
The slave woman hesitated for a moment. “I...cannot answer that but k
In Need Of RepairAkihiko lay on his bed, listening to the rain and watching as it fell from the yellow sky and pattered on the slanted window above him. Water trickled down in rivulets, spilling off the wing of the Izuna where Lydia was hard at work. The light of her arcdriver flickered as she disengaged a grav clamp. Thunder rumbled in the distance.In Need Of Repair1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Akihiko stretched. He hadn't felt this relaxed in spans. Hell, entire phases had gone by without letting him catch up on his sleep like this. This planet was perfect. It had never been inhabited, so there was no work to be doing, nothing to salvage, and there was no-one to threaten him with violence if he didn't pay up the dots he owed them. There was nothing to worry about at all, unless you counted the monstrous towerbeasts on the horizon. So far they'd ignored each other, and it seemed to be working out well for all concerned.
We should crash on uncharted planets more often, he thought.
Lydia knocked on the window and pointed at the side o
FEA Heroes: Morgan ProfileName: MorganFEA Heroes: Morgan Profile5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Starting Class: Tactician
Family: Robin (Mother), Chrom (Father), Lucina (Sister), Nash (Adopted brother)
Birthplace: Presumably Ylisse
Hair: Dark blue
Weapons: Levin Sword, Elthunder
Likes: Planning strategies, his family, insects (except roaches), food
Dislikes: Roaches, poor strategies, seeing good food go to waste
Morgan has grown fond of Nash ever since he was first adopted by Chrom, and treated him with respect. When Shadow Company was being formed, he agreed to become the unit's tactician, using this as an opprtunity to gain firsthand experience. His strategies often work out, with everyone surviving, but with intelligence on the enemy gathered by a not always reliable source, sometimes Morgan has to improvise. His skills in both blades and magic really help, especially when he uses his Ignis skill.
His love of bugs has not subsided, and can sometimes
To Sell The WorldHe couldn’t tell what he was looking at. Officially, the one he addressed was “The Blade King” implying masculinity, but the object of his attention seemed as much a queen as anything else. Damon decided to refer to it as “he” in keeping with the title that the King held.To Sell The World1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Your majesty,” he said, taking a knee before the creature before him. It definitely was NOT human, that much was clear, and yet despite the pale green skin, despite the armor made of broken swords, despite the three eyes in a triangle on its head and the spider-like fangs instead of a mouth, the creature appeared powerful and subtle at the same time – slender and strong, man and woman. King and queen. And insurmountably, unsurpassably, terrifyingly intelligent. But so was he.
“Damon,” the King whispered. “It has been a decade since we exiled you. And yet you have returned.”
“Your majesty,” Damon said. “I have a proposition.
FFM 27: InnovationSati presses her temples in an effort to stave off the impending migrane. “You don’t understand,” she says. “It’s not cut and dry. It’s not black and white.”FFM 27: Innovation6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“It is that way to the department,” Hadley says. “We invest in specific outcomes. You proposed a project: you deliver on it, you get funded; you don’t deliver, you don’t get paid.”
“But all the innovations we’ve made-”
“Are not what the investors signed on for. If you cannot give them what they paid for, the deal is off.”
“This is what real science looks like!” Sati says, fighting to retain composure. “We come up with the idea, we develop a plan to get there, but we take all available routes to get there. And maybe we discover a whole new map in the process. But you don’t throw that map away because it’s not your
The Unsaleable SnakeThe pet shop on the corner was always advertising for a 'Saturday girl', which was discrimination really, but it didn't matter because no one ever wanted the job. In fact when I went in to apply, summoned by the need to fund my art box, Miss Ball didn't care that I was a boy. I'm not sure she even noticed.The Unsaleable Snake4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'Lovely to see you, dear,' she said, on my first day. 'We're open till five thirty, which means going home in the dark this time of year.'
'That's fine,' I said. 'I only live across the road.'
'How wonderful. I have to take the train all the way to the north terminus to get home. Of course, it's a full moon next weekend. You must go home early if there is any chance of you transforming into a wolf.'
I looked at her. She looked at me. I didn't know whether to laugh or not. There was no smile on her lips or twinkle in her eye. In fact, I admit, I was flabbergasted.
'No?' she said.
'No, Miss Ball.'
She was the reason no o
Celebration TeaA/N: This is an original work with original characters and setting, so paws off. I made my tea differently this time and this was the result.Celebration Tea5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I had brewed the tea I liked to call celebration tea a thousand times before. I can't even remember when or why I started making it, only that I enjoyed it and it was cheaper and I guess marginally healthier for me than just drinking soda. I like making it on the stove in a huge pot that belonged to my mother and although my method is unusual I put in the fruit, various tea bags and spices with sugar before I turn on the heat. And this time I'd added a few more spices and tea bags to make up for not having too much sugar left in the house.
But healthier for me, right? Something was off though when I tasted it. I told myself it was just stronger than usual and not as sweet with less sugar. But, to be honest, the opposite was true. If anything it tasted much weaker than usual so I shut off the boiling pot covered it with a lid and let
BeShe looked like a ghost in the pale silver moonlight streaming in through the open window. It was a warm summer night and a light breeze ruffled the curtains but despite the endless activity of the city around her she couldn’t hear any of it. Her heart threatened to beat itself right out of her chest.Be5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She closed her eyes, reaching out to The Force to calm herself and there it was…
Now she could feel the activity around her, the billions of lives, all part of the intricate tapestry that was Coruscant. She could also feel the presence of the man still in bed on the other side of the room. She bowed her head, regretting what she had to do. Raena Velos, Jedi Knight clipped her lightsaber to her belt and turned to go.
She had met his boss first over breakfast at some hole in the wall restaurant, somewhere a man could, in his words, “Just be. No one here cares who you are.”
One conversation later and she found herself with an invitation to his
AmnesiaThe first thing I remember were those enigmatic gray eyes that looked as if they were about to cry. I only felt guilt and remorse looking into them, and even as the tears fell solemnly from my face, I still doubted the ache of my heart. They say the heart will always remember what the mind doesn't, but I only shook my head.Amnesia3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A quick beep pinged on the monitor beside the bed. My eyes were instantly drawn to the large bump on the almost straight line. He was dying, but I couldn't stop the words that were already coming out of my mouth. It was too late.
“Who is this?”
I felt bad then, watching the small spark of hope drop in them before they closed. And the man that I probably knew but didn't know died. Just like that. Silent and without pain—a fast death—the doctors said. They tried reassuring me, saying it could have been worse, that he was in a better place. I shook my head.
“I don't know him,” I said. The tears on my face said otherwise and the docto
100 Theme Challenge--Superiority96. Superiority100 Theme Challenge--Superiority2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Looking around the lifeless, empty room, she despaired. Two weeks in this place, and she still felt no more 'at home' than she had when she had come with her parents on visits to test her academic abilities, to see the campus, to meet other students, to convince the faculty that she should be accepted. Of course she had done her best to impress them; doing otherwise would have let Mama and Papa down, and she would die before she did that. But now that she was here, she wondered if she should have tried quite so hard.
She had cried when they left her, saying that she didn't want to stay, begging to come back home with them. The had reassured her that she would be fine, that she would make friends, that soon she'd forget that she ever wanted to leave. She knew they were wrong.
The food here was bland and tasteless, the fruits dull and vegetables boring. The fish was rubbery, and rice was crunchy. She missed the vibrant spices of home. Her ro
The Greed There’s a distinct difference between the law and rules. Breaking the law could lead one to spending their last hours in the Bloody Dungeons – that is, if the upper city law keepers caught you. Breaking the law could lead to one being beheaded before a bloodthirsty crowd.The Greed3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But breaking the rules? A smack on the wrist, a sharp word in warning. Veronique broke rules all the time, flaunted her successes in the faces of the law keepers who chased her shadow. She danced just out of reach, going where she ought not to, doing what she pleased.
Swear fealty to the High Court, said the law. Obey and you will be rewarded, said the rules.
By the time she was 15, Veronique knew the rules were a load of crap. She’d watched the people, both upper and lower city alike, struggle through their lives, their success measured by the weight of the silver they handed over each week. She’d watched them slave aw
Baking “Sift together flour, baking soda, salt and sugar.” The recipe said.Baking4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Luc stared blankly at the page. What the hell does ‘sift’ mean? He questioned. April had put him in charge of making a dessert for an upcoming block party. He had chosen some random recipe online that sounded simple enough, a chocolate cake, but this looked way more complicated than he had originally thought.
Unable to figure out what ‘sifting’ meant, Luc just threw in all the ingredients into a large mixing bowl and began to stir vigorously. This is a lot tougher than it thought it would be, Luc thought, his arm beginning to fatigue from the stirring. Luc dipped his finger into the bowl and tasted the lumpy batter. Not bad.
A loud tapping noise sounded from the back door. Confused, Luc left the messy kitchen and to the door. The moment he opened it, a bird swept past his head and into the ho
The DealThe heat wave had come upon us suddenly, like the blast from an opened oven door. People moved through the streets listlessly; ships without rudders or bees made drowsy by the summer sun. Many took refuge in the cafés and bars, eyes lured by flashing neon lights and hooked by the promises of air conditioning and ice clinking in glasses. The ice in mine had long since melted, my attention drawn to other matters. Namely, the enormous amount of money I now owed to someone you were wise not to owe money to.The Deal4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Naturally, he chose that moment to walk past the window and glance into the bar. A big smile lit up his face, and I swear that on the radio some choir started singing "O Fortuna." An omen indeed, and not a good one.
He pushed open the door and the atmosphere changed. Even in this weather the room seemed to cool. His presence had a greater effect than his stature would indicate; he radiated power. Of course, the pair of 250lb suits on either shoulder helped. Eyes stared down into dr