Word of Honor“Harm will come to you only after I have been killed fighting to protect you.”Word of Honor6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Brows furrowed, I squeezed my eyes closed as one of his last declarations to me echoed in my memory, taunting me. The clanging of steel on steel rang in my ears as the reverberations spiraled up the staircase of the ancient stone tower to my safe, but lonely, haven. As cacophonous as it was, it could not drown out his words.
Whispered in the hush at midnight, on a warm breath that glided over the curve at my neck and bare shoulder, he had meant it as one of the many endearing pledges of his devotion. Hearing it as more of a harbinger of our doom, it had sent a discomforting frisson through me, nothing like the sensual tremors created with every one of his tender caresses. In response, I had gently entangled my fingers in his hair and covered his beautiful lips with mine, preventing further utterance of more words of that nature. I had preferr
... don't leave me ...Hurts ... it hurts so bad ... but I'm glad ... he's safe ...... don't leave me ...1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That voice ... he's safe ...
What ... what's this ... someone ... holding my hand? Is it ... him?
Must ... open eyes ...
Yes! It's him! He's safe!
I'm ... glad ...
I feel like I'm floating ... away ... from him ...
What's going on? ... Must ... wake ...
No! Please ... don't go ... don't leave ...
... don't leave me ...
Short Writing Contest Task 2: NumbI am held in a soft embrace, kisses are littered on my hair and warm arms wrap around me. I lean back and smile; I could stay here forever. This bliss is like a dream. But his arms grow tighter and his fingers curl around my neck in a grip painfully tight. My heart is pounding and a hoarse scream wrenches free of my throat. White blossoms within my vision and my lungs burn in protest; he is wringing the life out of me. I am about to die.Short Writing Contest Task 2: Numb3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I fell into the abyss and it spat me out.
Now I'm floating in this dark ocean, completely disconnected from the living. My senses have been cut and cauterised, numbing me to the world. I don't know how long I've been here but it feels like an eternity.
The ocean I've been gliding over is shifting, as if a storm were brewing. I am spinning out of control. The ocean begins to drain away and with it, the darkness. And there was light.
White blooms across my eyes and there is a tightness on my neck. These sensations that I'm incapable of
Short Writing Contest Task 1: An apologyHey Natalie.Short Writing Contest Task 1: An apology3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember the last conversation we had in a hospital. Only that time you were standing and I was in that bed. Of course some things haven't changed; both times I was the idiot to blame.
I had less tubes. You're positively covered in them, tubes and wires and drips, all connecting you to the different machines and devices keeping you alive. You have more bandages as well, it seems like your entire torso is wrapped up. When you wake up I'm sure you'll make some absolutely terrible mummy joke. I'm sorry I'll miss it.
My bandages were smaller, wrapped around my wrists, holding me together. I thought at first if I unwrapped them I would simply drain away, my life in two pools of scarlet.
Then I saw you.
You looked as broken as I felt. Your big brown eyes were drowning. You never liked your eyes, you prefer my blue ones. I don't understand that: my eyes are cold, windows to somewhere dark and empty; your eyes are the brightest I've ever seen, warm and vibrant and beautiful. Lik