i've got your back. | nishinoya yuui've got your back. | nishinoya yuu2 hours 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
The Last KittenThe Last Kitten7 hours 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
FE: October 14: Kina Izune “Izune, get out!”FE: October 14: Kina Izune3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“He can't hear you!”
“I can't put it out. If I try to suck the air out I'll suffocate or roast him in the back-draft's fireball. If I try to clear the smoke I'll only spread it more and add fuel.”
“How close are the nearest water elementals or witches?”
“Not close enough. The local officials can't get through, the roads are choked up.”
Face in his elbow, flames licking at the walls and devouring furniture, he pressed inwards. It was a slow burn comparatively. He went back for the white cat.
Lesson 61: Quincy [Monica]10/20/14Lesson 61: Quincy [Monica]7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Shibusen NP Infirmary
"He shouldn't be here. He should be in a proper hospital..."
"He's going to stay here."
"He needs real, proper, medical treatment." Nurse M watched Nurse S as both frowned. "As much as we deal with madness on a daily basis this place is not an asylum nor is it a prison."
"But it IS a functioning hospital and we. Are in charge of the treatment of these children."
"We can't give him the kind of treatment he needs and you are hurting him by keeping him here."
"What he needs is to feel safe and stability."
"And this school is just that? A Shibusen School? THIS Shibusen?"
"He needs the friends he has here. Quincy is being targeted. In his current state, he needs to know that there are capable people around him to protect him. Ever since he and his family came forwards as witches he's been in a state of decline. Bef
ForgottenI slid my finger down a book. It was the most depressing thing. Not a single crease on its cover. Flawlessly waiting for someone to pick it up and read the story it held. The word 'Forgotten' went down it's spine. Gold letters flickering against its dark blue color. Forgotten. I sighed deeply. I'm just like this book, forgotten... Nobody wants to hear my story. Forgotten. A lonely heart wrenching feeling. To be forgotten... Nobody wants to be forgotten, that would mean their existence to everyone else would not exist. To everyone they did not exist, just a useless tool forgotten out of hatred and sorrow. Not important, that is to be forgotten. A nobody, a nothing, nonexistent. My eyes burned my hands trembled. 'No!' I told myself. I am not forgotten. Neither is this book. "I will remember you!" I yelled at the book. I looked up several people were staring at me. I felt tears rolling down my face. "I won't," I whispered. I have a job... To remember the forgotten. I smiled at the thoughtForgotten2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
FE: October 14: Raishi [Kina] Cigarettes. That's what he smelled like. The sun hurt his eyes and shone on sweaty skin as he looked for punctures. Kina would be mad that their plans went up in smoke.FE: October 14: Raishi [Kina]3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He checked their body. A few bruises, sore, perhaps a brawl, but no blood drawn. No punctures. He sighed and meandered to the bathroom, and yet froze in the doorway as the cold light flickered on.
Red on white.
There was dried blood everywhere.
He stared for a moment before it started to process. They were uninjured. If all this blood was not theirs... then whose was it?...
The WordIt was a dirty wall with chipped white paint. In big blue letters was that word that started with a "c" and ended with a "t." She didn't like that word. She had tried to rub it out, but Elissa had only managed to smudge the “u” a little. It was written in pesky permanent marker, the bane of her existence. Those curvy blue letters were just sitting there, staring her in the face with that smug little look.The Word4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Elissa’s nostrils flared. It was obvious. Terribly obvious. Someone had written it for her. Just for her. They thought that she was a- The word was just too obscene and too offensive. She couldn’t handle it. She couldn’t handle the indisputable fact that it was true. She was a worthless piece of trash.
But it didn’t matter.
Elissa stepped back and examined the word. She couldn’t get rid of it, but she could at least find the culprit. Very carefully, Elissa scanned the station. Someone there did it. That someone was probably snickering at her a