Left BehindYue is a fish. She lives in the water, breathes it, doesn't need to surface. Air is the enemy, could dry her out and leave her gasping, still the spasms of her body as she struggles for life.Left Behind12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She breaks the surface, swallows down oxygen. Strands of ginger hair are plastered to her forehead and freckled cheeks. Her lungs ache. If only she really was a fish, if only she didn't have to remember and could live forever in a watery world. There would be no heartache, she tells herself. Treading water, she wishes she could sink down into the depths, into the welcome embrace of the river bottom.
That isn't possible.
She allows herself to drift, carried by the current. Yue drops her head against the water, her brilliant blue gaze riveted upon the sky. She looks like her father; has his eyes and his hair and his lanky build. It's obvious that she is his daughter.
But from her mother? From Nuri she has inherited freckles. It's not enough, she constantly wants more, grasps at any similarities.
NOCT2 R2 - Geoff vs EliThe stadium lights, like the street lamps on the battle field, were off, creating a hair-prickling sensation of anxious tension as the stagnant air let the steps and shouts of the two trainers echo off the concrete walls and empty stadium seating.NOCT2 R2 - Geoff vs Eli13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Don’t fly too high!”
“Bait and trick them the instant you see them!”
Both trainers jumped when a pile of cardboard boxes in one of the silent alleys of the urban battlefield took a seemingly unexpected tumble. Neither was really phased by it, though, the girl keeping cool as a cucumber, at least outwardly, and the guy simply taking it as another piece of information as he tried his best to keep a picture of the dark battlefield updated in his mind.
How the girl’s Scizor could fly around with no buzz at all, he wasn’t sure, but the silence of the Xatu was much more understandable. Occasionally he would spot the totem-like dark shape hover up and around all the walls and obstacles of the te
c"I'm really embarrassing, but that's part of my charm, you see!"c8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Talking with YcartHi! So, as I have said before, I am obsessive-compulsive, and I recently posted a picture of what my Other looks like. I decided that, today, I would ask my Other to talk to you, so you guys can get a better idea of my compulsions. Say hello, Ycart.Talking with Ycart10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Is there anything you'd like to say?
Ycart is fairly shy around people who I don't know very well; she continues with her work, but she tries to be more secretive about it, and is very self-concious about how she is perceived. With people I know, especially my family, she is a little more relaxed.
Except your dad.
Well, yes, because my dad is more judgmental than my mom or sister.
He makes me afraid.
Do you want to tell everyone about your work, Yissy?
I make things clean.
I stop you when you want to touch something dirty. When something touches you that is dirty, I make you clean. I keep track of what is dirty and what isn't, and the levels of dirtiness.<
Pie (Original Drabble) He could tell her mood by the way she greeted him every day.Pie (Original Drabble)14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
On good days, she would approach him with a skip in her step, notepad at the ready, and a large grin spread across her face. She would read off the diner’s special—a certain sandwich with a side salad or soup and a warm slice of “good ol’ homemade pie”—with a high pitched voice, and her baby blue eyes would glance up from the notepad once or twice. He ordered the same thing every day, and she knew that.
Then there were other days—the “off” days. She would take precise steps across the diner to greet him with a smile so microscopic it was hard to call it “forced.” She wouldn’t even read off the special from her notepad—she wouldn’t even glance at him when she said, “The usual, right?” and walked away without writing down the order.