Dear DarknessI’m writing to tell you to kindly stop ruining my life and the lives of my loved ones. For the past eleven months, you’ve been taking control of me, making me say and do things that I would never say or do otherwise. You’ve controlled my emotions, my eating habits, my interests, and now I only have half my family and a few close friends left supporting me. Well, let me tell you - I don’t much appreciate it. I’m writing to you to express that I wish you would go away. I’m sick and tired of all the things you’ve been doing to me. All those times when I thought my friends were being selfish jerks? That was just you, whispering lies and deceit into my ear. All those times when I threw temper tantrums at my former friends because they were only trying to help? That wasn’t me. That was you, taking control of me, defending yourself from them so that I would be able to continue as your host. You’re the parasite inside my mind, digging everDear Darkness1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
A Special Valentine BouquetThe flowers, red roses and white carnations, were in a heart shaped crystal vase. Four red heart shaped balloons floated above the flowers. Nestled among the carnations was a small white teddy bear holding a red satin heart with “ I LOVE YOU “ written on it.A Special Valentine Bouquet1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The receptionist looked surprised when the delivery arrived, but she smiled and phoned for the person to come out and accept the flowers. Many of the employees were leaving for lunch, and as they came past the reception desk they laughed and smiled and commented about the flowers.
Soon the door from the back offices opened. As he stepped into the lobby he came to a complete halt. He was in a mild state of shock. She was holding the vase of flowers and laughing at his surprise. She was supposed to be several hundred miles away in a business meeting. Not standing there waiting to take him out for a Valentine Day lunch.
Snow LeopardHe didn't seem the least bit bothered by the heavy snow falling about him. At least, not with the stillness with which he watched me. His grey-blue eyes hung wide.Snow Leopard1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Snow buried his paws. Wind ruffled his spotted fur. Yet, he stood like a statue, the twitching of his dark-pink nose the only sign he was alive. That, and the gentle puff of smoke swirling about him as he exhaled.
One tiny, round ear flicked backwards. A moment later, the other followed. Tension in his muscles rippled his thick white fur as if he were preparing to pounce.
Inspired by artist Jean-Claude Bistanti's 'First Snow'.