Like No One's WatchingThe sounds of the crowd were drowned out by the pounding of his own pulse in his ears. This is it, thought Zephyr as he and his spirit sister strode out onto the stage. Now or never. They walked to the center of the stage, turning to face the judges and bowing. The wolf took a deep breath as music filled the air. Time to show them a real dance with wolves.Like No One's Watching3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ashtree – his spirit sister – had years of experience where he had only one. She spun and moved across the stage, her feet in constant motion to the song. She smiled, giving him an encouraging nod.
Zephyr’s body remembered the routine better than he did himself, and despite his two left feet, the wolf matched the human girl step for step. His tail wagged and he soon forgot the crowd, the judges and everything else that had mattered moments before. There was just the two of them, dancing like they always had. Free and easy, two halves of a who
L91: Quincy [Monica] "There you are, I was looking for your ball-head ass. I've got some questions to ask you for a shit project.~"L91: Quincy [Monica]5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Bettel poked her little blue head into the room with a grin. Quincy looked up from behind the glass, his brows furrowing at said blue head... this is what happens when Nurse S is a way he guesses. Bettel and he... He knew OF her at least.
"... What do you mean?"
She leaned against the glass and clicked the tip of her red pen, pulling up her sleeve to write on her tattooed arms.
"For english, I gotta interview someone. I don't know you and I thought maybe you'd be willing to help a sister out."
She raises her brows with that smirk of hers. However, the second that pen touches the glass wall his eyes are locked onto it. Red.... a red pen.... That's all that matters to him for a brief silent moment before he flicks his eyes from it to her and back to it. She'd notice
To SailThe cool winter air sent a shiver down my spine as I walked along the long wooden dock. Traversing the labyrinth of connecting aisles, I counted, 20, 30, 40. Turning right, 41, 42. Staring up from the slip sign, Self stood proudly with a smile on a beautiful Beneteau 41' sailboat.To Sail3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Good morning, Self!" I beamed.
"Good to see you, welcome aboard, mate." Self said proudly.
"Very nice, Self! I see you've been busy this past year." Looking around at the many hours of work and labour that had obviously been put in to restore this beautiful craft to its once-former glory.
"It's been a labour of love." Self smirked adding, "That and a huge investment! I think I've put quite a bit of my soul into this old boat."
"So I can see, Self! You've done a great job. I see that you've replaced the rigging, new sails, restored the decking, and are those new instruments?"
"Indeed, Ray-Marine. Not new, but top-of-the-line, used." Self beamed.
"You always were one for value, Self."
"So tell me, what are you
Birthday GiftSebastian drove onto the driveway, killing the engine. It had been a rough day and it had taken every ounce of strength he had not to tell his boss to go fuck himself. He had been annoyed that Mister Summers had ordered him to come in on a Saturday, but this had been worse yet. He took a deep breath and rested his head against the headrest, his hands still firmly holding the steering wheel. It wasn't his fault that Collin had become irratic and his grades had dropped, it was his job as the boy's teacher to tell him focus and get better grades or he wouldn't be able to get into a University.Birthday Gift3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He didn't care that Collin was Mister Summers' nephew and he certainly didn't care that the headmaster thought him above such trivial things. Collin was risking an F in history, and since he wanted to study archaeology on University, that would be bad.
It had taken three hours to make Mister Summers see reason, but he had been called both idiot, faggot and other nasty words he didn't want to think a
L91: Monica [Quincy] [FL] Scarlet. Scarlet Leone was someone who was quite possibly not going to try and snap at her immediately. For that reason, Monica strut over to her with her small notebook in one hand and pen in the other.L91: Monica [Quincy] [FL]5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Do you have a minute?" At this, Scarlet looked up from her book and smiled at Monica brightly with her dark makeup and lolita clothing flowing slightly.
"Hi~ Of course."
"Surely by this point you're aware of the assignment in which we are to ask others a series of questions and if not you are so now. Put simply I'd like to ask you so as to complete mine seeing as we've not often talked and that is part of this." Monica sat then as well, crossing a leg promptly. "Ask if you need to do this as well. I've already some understanding of whom you are so I don't presume to bore either of us with the basics. What I do care to ask about is the transition from one partner to another...