Uncle Charlie's Got the Rots AgainUncle Charlies got the rots again, down with the disease again. They may have to take the other leg this time, at least the foot. He just lays there in bed most of the time, staring out at something only he sees. Grandma Carol tries not to cry when she goes in to tend to him, but he must hear her all the way from the kitchen as she sits there crying over the potatoes. Slice, slice, slice; a little more gone each time. I sit on the porch and think how we all die like that; piece by piece as the good things turn rancid and are cut away. I wonder if Uncle Charlie sees Aunt Martha, seven years gone now. I kind of bet he does.Uncle Charlie's Got the Rots Again1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Playing the Innocent (a tickle story)Please Note: This is my first story on dA, and it also contains tickling and bondage so if you don't like that sort of thing, please don't read it. Thank you!Playing the Innocent (a tickle story)4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Playing the Innocent
Her muffled, melodic laughter could just be heard as I stepped through the doorway.
Before me I saw a gorgeous blonde lying on the bed at the far end of the room, thrashing her head, pulling at her wrist restraints at the headboard and trying to kick her legs to break free of her ankle restraints.
I saw my colleague, Jamie, tickling her upper body quite frantically, and I saw him flitting his fingers around the girl's belly button, then he glided up her stomach and then he parted his hands to tickle both of her sides, and she was writhing ferociously.
I smiled and walked towards her, and she briefly turned her head as she heard my footsteps on the cold, concrete floor, but she quickly turned away again to resume her struggle.
I walked over to her bedside by her head and l
Cookie Calamity -Toon- -Req.-The alleyway was quiet, save for the hum of a few air conditioners. A black-and-white kitten by the name of Color wandered by himself along the alley; he'd never been to this alley before, and wanted to do some exploring. Occasionally he would pause and peek into a trash can in search of something shiny, but for some reason all the trash was dull and boring today.Cookie Calamity -Toon- -Req.-1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As he passed by the back door of one building in particular, a scent coming from it made him stop in his tracks.
Color's nose hadn't betrayed him. That building was a bakery, the newly opened Sprocket Bros. Bakery to be more precise, and someone was baking cookies inside.
Discreetly the kitten pushed the door open, glancing back and forth. He'd definitely entered the kitchen, and it appeared to be vacant, not a butcher or baker or candlestick maker in sight. The scent of cookies was still strong, though.
Surely no one would notice if I pinched just one cookie. Maybe tw
KissStrawberry and mint;Kiss3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(Likely Not) My Last FarewellI laid atop your grave, staring up at the clouds above and wondered where you had gone. Is there a place called “heaven,” where families reunite and all sins forgiven? Do you hear me when I weep, or reach to you on the nights I cannot sleep? Is time different now, now that you’ve shed this mortal foil and silver thread clipped? Did you find your wings and spread, unfurled and upward ascend? Do you recall how desperately I cried on the night you lay before me and died? I told you everything would be alright, I only hope I didn’t lie. And now you’re gone, and I only wish I knew… “where”….(Likely Not) My Last Farewell5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It isn’t fair. I should have had another twenty years to call you “mom,” to call you when all seemed lost. I should have had more time to spend, and bridges to mend. But I did, I did, when you neared the end, put all else aside. I spent a week in that hospital, not eating, not sleeping, not really, just waiting for the end.
OW: Throne of Bones"A little more to the left."OW: Throne of Bones6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The black-eyed boy scrambled back, eyes narrowed as he studied the positioning of the chair. He stood on his tip toes, then tilted his head to the left, then to the right, then crossed his arms and squinted. A part of him suggested this needed to be perfect if it was going to align with the position of the moon. He picked up his draft sheet and held it out in front of him... then turned it around, because it was upside-down.
"Like here?" called the purple-clad boy that huffed and ran a hand across his forehead, fingers brushing against the mask attached to the side of his neck. He grunted as he pushed against the chair again, the sound of bone scraping against flooring echoing through the hallways of the Necromancy building.
Samhain pointed. "No, there."
"You're pointing forward, Sammy!" the other huffed, flopping down onto the floor. With another heavy puff, Boo leaned his head back against the bone chair and let his strained muscles relax. "An
Dr. Daniel Has The Cure“Here you go. Enjoy.”Dr. Daniel Has The Cure21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Thanks,” John said, putting the cup to his lips and taking a sip. He watched the waitress smile at him and walk away. Lovely smile, he thought; she reminded him of...
A red-haired girl took a seat at his booth. She was in her twenties, and very beautiful. Her lime-green sundress amplified the green of her eyes. John was a stark contrast. Average-looking, bespectacled, with brown hair and eyes.
She was vibrant. He was dull.
“What are you drinking?” she asked.
John looked down at the black-brown liquid. He brought it back up to his lips and took another sip, slowly swilling it around before swallowing. “You know what it is.”
She glanced away and wrinkled her nose. “I guess a more appropriate question would be ‘Why are you here?’”
John scoffed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small paperback book. “You know that, too.” He thumbed through the pages.
“Drinking your tr
Inked Admirations I could write on *your skin how much I admire *you, but I would run out of ink. When that happens I would take a syringe, fill it with my words, and shoot it into *your veins. *You would be high off me for days. After *you'd come off it, *you would be confused, disoriented. I would be right there with *you, not leaving *your side. Telling *you I loved *you, telling *you it was going to be okay. At that moment, all of my words inside of *you, *you shook and I held *you. I, myself, began to tremble at all the confessions of lust and the need and the cravings I have for *you. The shaking from *you has not ceased. I gather myself because *you need me then. I grab *your hand. *You sigh, and with a trembling voice ask me, "Why?" I look at *you and I reply, "Because if I didn't do it, *you would never know." *You growl, just enough to let me hear *you. "How long? How long have you felt these feelings for me?" I put my hand on *your leg. "From the beginning."Inked Admirations 3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
PhotographyHe loved nothing more than capturing the world on his digital camera. A quick press on the tiny button could make a fleeting moment last an eternity. He could hold time in his hands and freeze every perfect instance, immortalizing its beauty. Every still frame held a story within, and nothing brought him more pride than when he recalled each detail with vivid clarity.Photography5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No two pictures were ever the same – he knew that when a moment passed, it was gone forever. There was no second chance of the same scene. The same circumstances. The same feelings and actions. So he did his best to commit every special scene to memory.
The world was its most beautiful when he saw it through the lens. Magical, it all was! The way all the colors blended and contrasted with one another. The way he would move, ever so slightly, and the world shifted its focus on something new. It awed him how a tiny glass window could enhance what he saw with his own two eyes.
He never called himself a photographer. He
an impossible crime She needed to be left alone with her thoughts. The whole day was dedicated to working out the kinks in Liam's already-sound strategy. She was sure the man was already insulted enough with his plans having to be looked over by someone who is still in training, and even more insulting since this apprentice was the least respected one in the castle.an impossible crime1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"She's not fit to be a strategist."
"She doesn't belong here."
"She doesn't even deserve to be the strategists' predecessor."
Lya felt tears burn in her eyes while she pulled her coat tighter around herself, avoiding the gazes of some students passing by her in the hallway. A foot suddenly stuck out; she almost tripped over it, and heard the two laugh among themselves as they left. Was it really worth her time to climb up the ranks as a strategist? She was horrible in other tasks, be it sowing, crafting, cooking, fighting, even charting, and even then, she had the lea
(december feeling) unfinished draftSuddenly I'm back in the diner. I'm telling dad about a video game. He doesn't respond, he just nods and smiles, he can't possibly understand what I'm talking about. He told me before that he liked to play arcade games when he was a teenager, but they're too complicated now. He was born too early to follow them. He never tells me to stop talking about it.(december feeling) unfinished draft1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We're in the car now. He's telling me about how sometimes things you like leave you behind. He's saying this because I asked him why he stopped playing in the arcade. But he motions toward the passenger seat in the car, which is always left empty. I want him to tell me more about it. I don't want him to be upset.
You Died An OakI can't quite pinpoint the moment I looked at you and no longer recognised the person in front of me. It was a subtle transition, as fragments of you disappeared bit by bit. Obliviously I watched pieces of you fall away like autumn leaves, speckling the breeze with brown and gold, leaving bare-branched trees to shiver. And at some point there was a turnaround. You started to grow new buds and flourish again. But this time you were different. Each new piece of you was changed. It was as if you'd died an oak and grew back as a birch. With such transition I barely noticed the seasons shift, but I realised things were colder. You would look at me through vacant eyes and I had forgotten what it meant to see you smile. So when your lips curled upwards for the first time in what felt like years, it confused me. But your absent eyes seemed to be in a distant dream. You weren't smiling at me, but through me.You Died An Oak17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ravenous“Well?”Ravenous19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Pith sat with his legs hanging over the precipice, head bowed. Looked almost like he was praying, though I guess the bottle of beam clasped in his hand would be more than a little blasphemous.
He sighed, and said no more. The sunset beyond him sent rays into the ravine, the curves and gashes through which it traveled creating crazy patches of light on the dusty ground. I stepped over an empty gasoline can and stood behind him, arms folded. The wind jerked an empty black plastic bag into the air and made it dance for a few brief moments before setting it down again. Somewhere in the distance behind us one of the old wooden buildings breathed its last and splintered apart. Neither of us so much as twitched.
“You're just gonna give up after everything, are you?”
He didn't answer immediately. First he raised his bottle of beam and held it to his lips, then he held it upside down and shook out the last few drops before throwing it un
museBlack wings flutter among the ruins of an ancient city. A woman, clothed in flowing ebony and cloaked in shadows, emerges from the raven night, her hair wavering like a pool of uncharted depths, her skin glowing translucent, writhing with the beauty of sable tattoos. Her eyes shine with unfathomable emotion, full of a deep, knowing beauty and the words you haven't imagined yet.muse1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Are You Okay"Are you okay?"Are You Okay2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He laughed, like the laugh of a civil rights activist caught off guard by a racist joke: too startled by the audacity of it to remember he was supposed to be against that sort of thing until the sound had already burst out of him.
She stared, offended, and then left.
But he didn't care.
He was too happy.
Somebody had finally noticed him.
Monolog from a chaotic mindFour steps, then turn around. Four steps, then turn around. The pacing wasn't helping the jumbled mess that was David's mind. To put it mildly, his thoughts were in turmoil. Not even a half bottle of Jack had helped calm his brain down, though it had set a nice warm hum everywhere else. Tired of his pacing he turned to the object of his frustration.Monolog from a chaotic mind2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"How could you do this?" He asked, words slurring, throwing out the hand that still held the bottle. David knew an answer wouldn't come, so he plowed on. "You're so selfish! I bet you didn't even consider me in this. I have to say I'm surprised. You'd always talked about how important our relationship was, but despite that you never told me about this. I thought we told each other all the important stuff."
David anchored his empty hand in its own hair as he closed his eyes and sighed through his nose. "You left me out this time. I dunno why, maybe you didn't think it was that important but it was. Or maybe you didn't think you c
Fireflies And MoonshineIt was going to be something of a puzzle, she was not a physician after all. A few A & P classes were all she could boast in this respect. Her talents had been better suited elsewhere. Her grandmother though, had taught her to sew, and that too would come in useful on a day like today.Fireflies And Moonshine2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She had learned much at her grandmother’s side, cooking and singing, chanting and cleaning. She could still smell her grandmother’s perfume, so reminiscent of softer days. Stories by the fire with a mouthful of cherry pie heady with brandy and a cinnamon surprise. She had learned of her ancestors and relatives she’d never met, but with lifetimes of color and mystery and grandpa’s spiced tobacco. She reminded herself to call her mother as she continued to work: end to end as it matched up.
Her grandfather had talked of old ways and old religions, of hard work and harder times. She remembered how her tiny smooth had fit is his roughened but gentile one, of how he smelled of hi
Joyful Brown eyes settle on crystal blue creases. Alley is always smiling.Joyful4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Oooh my gosh, how long has it been?!" Alley squeals as she locks Joy in a spine-bending embrace.
"Two weeks," Joy wheezes, yet to be released from the blonde's grip. They sway from side to side, Alley's head pressed against Joy's shoulder. To Alley, two weeks is a decade.
"Toooo long," she moans, finally removing herself from Joy's personal bubble. They regain eye contact once again. Joy smiles, causing Alley's smile to somehow widen further.
"So, how've you been?" Joy asks, motioning for Alley to follow her into the house. Alley immediately flops over onto the couch, diving into stories about boys, clothes, food, boys, scandalous celebrities, boys, and a job at the mall.
"Oh my GOD, Joy. Have you seen the new guy?" she asks, finally giving Joy the floor.
Alley's turn again.
"He has the most gorgeous this, and the most muscley that and blah bl
One More Holiday Day four of the frightening silence was passing through the house. It found Dahlia in the spare room, her legs up on the grey couch and her face turned towards the window and the darkness of the outside world. She’d spent almost all of the past week like this; every bit of time that the house spent in silence, she spent staring out of that window, her fingers stroking the soft fabric of the couch.One More Holiday4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tonight was different though. It had a different taste and feel to it. Dahlia didn’t search for any meaning in that. She might’ve forgotten that she wasn’t alone in the chilly house. Either way the slight squeaking of the leather arm chair in the corner of the room made her jump. She inhaled sharply and turned her head quickly, her eyes narrowed for whoever dared to intrude on her sanctuary. Those eyes rested on a little girl. She wasn’t any older than thirteen, and no younger tha
howell x tourist!reader: day trip, part 1.The wait was worth the excitement. Hickory and smoke filled the crisp air, but it didn't fog your happy mood. You shielded your eyes from the shining sun, above the clear skies, confirmed a good sign. The tall buildings heightened like forest trees, you then surveyed lower. Your sight lined upon the busy crowd, people going about their own plans. "There's the street." You said aloud, brisking your step to the awaiting spot. Now today was a special day. Holding onto the list of things to do, arms stretched out in front, you gave it one good look and nodded, assured your day without troubles. This arranged date between you and your indulging delight spun your toes in one twirl on the cobblestones' street where the tour will begin -- interrupted.howell x tourist!reader: day trip, part 1.4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The hard fall began a clumsy introduction. Your bagged things escaped your grasp. Quickly gathering your personal belongings: wallet, papers, pen, journal, you finally gazed up from your prat fall.
Already now, you can feel judgement as seconds f