i've got your back. | nishinoya yuui've got your back. | nishinoya yuu4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Where else does it hurt?"
Nishinoya proceeded to point at the area where he had gotten a bruise. You clicked your tongue, but you didn't say anything. Instead, you took out the ointment and carefully applied it gently, your fingers delicately moving across his bruise. It hurt. It hurt a little bit, and Nishinoya had to bite his lip so he wouldn't make any noise. But at the same time, it was comforting. Your touch—you were so cautious not to hurt him, treating him like a delicate glass that could break any moment. After you had finished applying the ointment, you then took an elastic bandage and wrapped it around the bruised area to reduce the pain.
It was still painful, but he decided not to mention it. You did so much for him already.
"That all?" You said, raising a brow at him. Something about Nishinoya was odd today. He was quiet. He was usually loud and filled with life, and as much as you hated the obnoxious out-bursts, you weren't going to deny the fact that
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.Memory2 days 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
Always the Haunted House On Halloween, young people seem to flock to the dark, in search of either candy or a house to 'trick.' Matt and Sally were no different, except they were a bit older, nearly in their teens. Matt talked Sally into going to the house widely known as haunted.Always the Haunted House5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sally said, "Are you sure we want to go there? It must be called haunted for a good reason."
Matt laughed. "Sure. Things go bump in the night there. It's just an old house."
"Then they won't have any candy."
"We got enough off Mr. Sterling to rot our teeth already. This'll prove we've got guts too. Wait 'til we get to school and tell everyone where we went! They'll envy us and know how brave we are. C'mon, Sally!"
Sally sighed. "I don't know how you always talk me into these dumb ideas."
"I'm smart. And I know you like to hang out with me anyway."
"You're not as smart as me, and this may be the last straw as far as h
Belly RubSeated on the couch, you tilt your head back and groan, brows furrowed in a less-than-pleased fashion. Your thick thighs spread apart, feet stretching under the table. With puffy hands, you grip the belly that sinks slightly forward over your jeans, soft flesh squeezing through your fingers.Belly Rub1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Each breath is laborious as you heave that weighty ball up, and you can't help but wince as it flops down with every exhale. You try to massage it, but the pressure only makes it that much more painful. Instead, you simply lay back against the couch, eyes closed, trying to block out the harshness of reality.
In the kitchen, he readies your dessert. You told him earlier that there's no room left, but as usual he didn't listen. You can smell the freshly baked cupcakes that he ices, and hope there's only a couple to get through. Past experience, however, lets you know that it will be a feast in its own right.
Struggling, you reach a hand around the swollen rock attached to your middle. Sausage-like fi
Faulty Feeding TubeWith the tube stuffed far down your throat, you take a deep, awkward breath and wait for the sound. The faint, clicking sound of the switch hitting "on". When you hear it, the whirring of the feeding device echoes around the room, and in seconds you feel the sweet liquid travelling down your throat.Faulty Feeding Tube1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It takes a few moments before you start to feel full. Your stomach, at this point, would consider itself at capacity. You know better. The liquid continues to pulse down your throat, forcing itself into your belly. The feeling of fullness grows, and you eye your middle, waiting for it to start showing.
Finally. After a full minute, you notice your previously flat stomach beginning to push outward. It strains against your buttoned shirt. Fills up the extra space in your jeans. The feeling of tightening clothes digging into flesh feels good, but not good enough. Not yet.
More liquid travels down your throat. Your stomach stretches to contain it all. Deep inside, a faint sensation of painful t
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 Snow19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm In Love With A Girl Named SeventeenI'm so fucking happy. Wanna know why? I'll tell you why, but I've gotta tell you a story first...I'm In Love With A Girl Named Seventeen4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was waiting in line at a sandwich shop when an an enormous chicken walked in. I hastily pretended to go down the hall to the bathroom - I am very frightened of large chickens.
Standing by the bathroom door I busied myself with the Words-With-Friends game on my iPhone. I made the word "et," which means "and" in french. A beautiful girl came out of the the ladies restroom across the hall. She was wearing a ginormous purple sweater. When she saw me she stopped and flashed me a big friendly smile.
"Hello!" she said, "you look pretty! Would you like to go on a date with me?"
"I would," I said, "but there's this big chicken in line and I'm afraid of big chickens."
"Oh you poor thing! I'm sorry you're having to go through this. Here - I'll stand with you so
you won't get bored."
Kin of the EarthBrittle golden leaves flutter atop the ever aging tree as it sways in the frigid autumn air. Its bark is wrinkled like the skin of the aged, the many bumps and ridges now home to scuttling insects. The thick oak tree rises up, its branches raised skyward as if they were the hands of a believer, begging for the golden rays of hope before they fade. And although upon it no apples grow, it beckons just the same, tempting each person who passes beneath its cool shade to steal from themselves a moment and ease under its canopy.Kin of the Earth2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The arms of the tree groan and sigh when turbulent winds rustle its dying leaves, often banishing them to the ground and away from heaven’s light. It breathes life, this tree which stands so tall, towering over all else. It is a kin to the Earth and like the Earth, it gives life and a home to its inhabitants. Like the Earth it gives sustenance.
As the winter approaches, the green leaves continue to turn into hues of golden, red and orange. They become reflectio
.:Carpe Diem:.”What about him, then?” Alex lifted his eyes from the drink in his hand for a moment, eyes scanning the direction the brunette woman nodded her head into. By the bar he spotted a relatively tall looking blond man, his hair brushed neatly over his head as his hazel eyes glared down to the glass in his hand..:Carpe Diem:.3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Alex snorted quietly, Viola sending him a glare. “Come on, you don’t know if you don’t even try!”
“How do you even know he swings my way,” Alex questioned the woman sitting by him, Viola rolling her eyes at him. “You know I know these kind of things. Look at him,” she motioned towards the man by the bar with her free hand, the other one holding up her drink, “He’s dressed so much more neatly than anyone else around here – well except maybe for you that is – his hair is actually well maintained and I swear I can smell his cologne all the way up here. No s
The Last KittenThe Last Kitten4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Harry always held a keen eye for the meek; even in shadowed places. And one morning in June of a year for which he’d stopped caring to keep the number, he happened upon a hidden grove in the outskirts of the ruins of Seattle. He hadn’t thought much of it, at first—he’d seen plenty of overgrowth since the Sickness all but destroyed civilization. But after closer inspection of what he’d initially presumed to be a discarded coat, he found a lone feline mother and her kittens, only recently dead. Even through the foggy lenses of his gas mask, it was obvious they weren’t breathing.
Although he’d felt the sadness welling up within him, he knew there was no relief for it, and turned to leave. That is, until he heard the faintest of sounds. The tiny, weakened mewing of a kitten. He froze. He waited.
There it was again! Harry turned then and quietly stepped back to the group
Splash!Deep inside her body there was a rumble, a circular, roaring squirt. She continued making a molehill in the ground so she could continue to hear the beautiful subterranean music, flowing, flowing.Splash!4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Soon she left and went to see her friend bonny who lived next door.
"Sup bonny?" she said.
"nm u?" said bonny.
They sat on a bridge, watching the leaves flow under. What a day! The sun was shining over the shine-limit like a jovial libertarian's smile and the perch in the stream were moving in an aesthetically pleasing manner. Nothing was wrong today. The squirt had been taken care of. Bonny jumped into the water without wanting to commit suicide, and she followed, working under a similar rationale.
They bathed, smiled, gave each other kisses. She and bonny were both fat with red hair and they let the river carry them downstream.
The two fat red haired ladies met two fat red haired men further down. the two pairs examined e
The Ultimate Game At the end of the service, I noticed that a well-dressed man and woman were still standing at the foot of my casket. They didn’t look familiar at first, but the closer I got, I was able to see the small horns protruding from the man’s head and the heavenly glow surrounding the woman. I swallowed hard as I watched their hands move up and down between them, “Uhm...what are you two doing?”The Ultimate Game5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Rock, paper, scissors,” Satan answered.
“We both want your soul,” the Angel added.
My head tilted slightly, “Was I that complex of a person?”
After a few seconds, the silence was shattered with both Satan and the Angel bursting into a fit of laughter that had them rolling on the ground, “No...this is just how we pass the time.”
I felt my eyes grow wide, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Flash FictionsSiren's Call:Flash Fictions5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I am not at all surprised. I stopped being surprised centuries ago.
Forever taking, those mongrel maidens of seaweed soft hair and haunting, enchanting eyes. They never stop and never sleep, for why sleep when all you want is the rush? "The rush of what?", I always ask. But though they love me dearly, as they keep me as close as possible, they will never answer my question.
For that, I hate them.
I hate their loveliness; their lure; their love for death and destruction, for I am the one whom pays! Yes, I always pay for their foolishness, for their need. Yet, sadly- oh, the tragedy!- I cannot stop them. For I am the waves of which they swim in; the waves of which men die in; the waves in which their song carries across.
Which is why I can say that I am, frankly, not at all surprised.
They say heartache makes you stronger... but for what? Is it worth it? Is the pain of a metaphoric breaking heart that spills black ink meant to signify r
The Hopeless RomanticOct. 6, 2014The Hopeless Romantic6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Hopeless Romantic
I am what is know as a hopeless romantic. All I want in life is to be with a girl whom I love, and who loves me. I can hardly bear the thought of a one night stand, or even kissing a girl whom I don’t love. This is the first time I have ever even tried to publicize this part of me, so forgive me if I’m crude or overbearing.
But what is love? For the longest time, I thought I knew. Last summer, if you had asked me what love is, I’d say that I had been in love, twice. Now that I have actually been in love, I know that those were simply crushes. This time it might even be a crush. I sure hope not, but it is a real possibility.
I have suffered heartbreak. As I said moments ago, I thought I had been in love twice before. First, about three years ago. There was a girl, her life was not particularly stable. All I wanted was to help her, but she lied to me. She was constantly with other guys, but always leading me on. I later learned the nam
Sympathy BellyMONTH ONESympathy Belly1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Adrenaline coursed through my body. My heart threw itself against my ribcage, fast and furious. As my breathing grew shallower, my lungs fought for more and more oxygen. My hands shook, and I couldn't help but bounce my knees up and down.
I was anxious, and simultaneously nervous. Excited for a positive result, and terrified that it would come back negative. This is something I'd been trying a long time for, something that I'd dreamed of my entire life. My hopes and dreams were hanging on the line, and it would all come down to the result of the little pee-stick in my hands.
Danny walked into the bedroom just as the result came back positive. I jumped up and excitedly gave his muscular form a hug. "I'm pregnant!" I exclaimed, and my dearest husband of three years gave me a tight hug in return. A smile spread across his lips, matching mine like a mirror image.
"Lily, that's great!" he said.
I was so excited I was almost crying. "We're going to be parents."
There was more huggi
.:People Will Drive You To Bad Habits:.JJ was sitting outside in the dark, leaning his arms against his legs and supporting his head up with his hands under his chin. He stared away into the darkness, both of his legs doing little nervous shakes, making the raven hair barely keep his balance in the tight little position he was sitting in. Pushing his arms down, JJ reached for his legs, pulling them closer to his body as he lifted them up on the garden chair he had claimed for himself, trying to stop the nervous trembling of them..:People Will Drive You To Bad Habits:.4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Are you cold?” JJ jumped a little, eyes shooting over his shoulder, getting a friendly reminder where he actually was as he noticed Alex standing by his chair, looking down at the man with questioning eyes. He shook his head slowly, returning his eyes to the darkness as he hugged his legs just a slightly bit tighter than before. “Nope, just nervous.”
“Hey, I told you it’s alright, right?” JJ nodded, eyes star
TAOTW Side story Alexander Evans!TAOTW Side story Alexander Evans!8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
7 months ago.
“Alex, Kana!” Cecil called.
Quickly the two siblings walked in to the living room of their large American house with quizzical looks on their faces. Cecil and Kane stood side by side, they had something very important to say.
“Okay, I just got a call from the Duodecim, they liked mine and Kane's work at the Tredecim, so they offered us a job there,” Cecil said gleefully.
Alex and Kana looked at each other in unison.
“The science facility in Norishita Japan?” Alex asked even though he knew the answer.
“Yep,” Kane answered with the same amount of excitement that Cecil has.
“The crown jewel of the world, a city built on a mysterious island that, to this day no one know that much about, the 12th member of the Genesis had the city built, ah, the Duodecim, the 12th step of advancement, in other words technology heaven,”
Kane has always been a fan of technology, to obsessive levels filling up the Evans' house hold in ne