There Are No WordsThere Are No Words1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I’ve done it! I’ve DONE IT! Bwahahahaha!”
Lightning flashed as Emily laughed loudly, cackling like some old school super villain. She held up a vial of sparkling pink liquid, grinning from ear to ear.
“Emily, you’ve outdone yourself this time!” She crowed. “It’s brilliant! Brilliant!”
James popped up beside her, startling her so much she almost dropped the vial. She glared at him and he poked his tongue out at her.
“James!” She snapped. “Don’t sneak up on me like that! I can’t afford to drop this!”
He tilted his head.
“What is it?” He asked again.
Emily hugged the vial close to her chest, love hearts appearing in her eyes as the bedroom took on a distinctly pink tint. James looked disgusted.
“It’s a love potion!” The girl exclaimed. “And with this, I will finally steal Pariah’s heart~!”
14. and 15.I.14. and 15.3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was a woman, the Last Woman. She and her companion, a man, were the final representatives of humankind. Like all things, humankind must end—and end it would, soon, when the two succumbed to the ravages of the sickness their species, in their desire to destroy, had unleashed upon itself. She thought of her death, and she wept. The man asked why, and the woman answered: For this! This legacy of death! This fate which our ancestors wrought upon themselves and upon us! The man sat beside her, held her, and began to weep too. And weeping, they died.
There was a woman, the First Woman. She and her companion, a man, had been created as perfect examples of their kind. And perfect examples they were—in their imperfection. Cursed with death for their sins, they now approached their end. But humankind had spread and would continue, spreading also violence, jealousy, hatred, death. The woman considered this and wept. The man asked why, and she answered: For this! This lega
BlueBlueBlue6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The sky was metallic in every sense of the word except color. The crispness of it cut to the line of the buildings and made their edges sharper, cause the angular corners to become almost blade like. The sun shone on the sky and reflected off it and made the entire day seem impossibly bright. The frigid air that fell from it was like pressing the barrel of a gun to one's skin; the coldness was surprising and biting.
But the color was soft and deep and impossibly blue; at the zenith of the sky, the blue became filled with so much depth that looking at it felt like you were going to fall face first into the deepest ocean. You stand there now, breathing in the first, truly cold fall air and feeling it fill up your lungs. The coldness feels good and feels right as it rushes through your body. Around you is no one else but the brittling grass and the trees as they begin their swaying, sensual dance like old lovers divesting of their clothes.
A young maple is the first to d