The Wolf - Day 244John faced the Wolf once more.The Wolf - Day 2443 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
He had been playing Assassin's World for a while now, and he'd considered himself fairly good at the Assassin's Creed style massively multiplayer online game. That is, until, the Wolf logged on one day and slaughtered him.
Ever since then he had been in an eternal war with this Wolf character. Every battle had ended in John's death at the hand of this sly fighter. He was sick of it. He wasn't going to let this jerk ruin his game.
So, he'd delved into the black market of this mmo world, and bought the Pixel, a hacked beta weapon that had been floating around the game for a while. Apparently it had been scrapped during development, but the files were still in the game. It of course was banned for its OPness, and you could be perma-banned for having it, but John was desperate.
Unfortunately, when he next encountered Wolf with this new blade in hand, it glitched his game. He became unable to use any combat buttons, and the Wolf once again, kicked his butt. Be
oregami class– missed the crane!oregami class26 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
– just fold again
Albatross IslandSandy air brushes against a bent palm tree of a forgotten shore. Tides no longer turn sand upon this cursed land. This island is desolate now, apart from corked bottles of messages from the lost pleading for mercy. A clouded sky has ambition for a trickle, but in centuries not a drop has been laid.Albatross Island3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Slayed albatross lie on the cracked earth. The creature that did this has long passed, yet the fowl's hex remain on place for millennia. Mercy to the souls who stumble upon here; the wrath shall take their direction, along with their life.
UntitledParis, France. Spring 2001, 8:25 AMUntitled2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Early mornings were her favorite time of the day, reminding her of safety and warmth. All the human things in the world. Myth and legend could be relegated to the shadowy corners they belonged to. Too few took the simple things they had and were grateful for them. Even a trip to the supermarket or bakery...
Helen sighed, setting down the loaf of bread she'd been contemplating before backtracking and putting it in her basket. If she left it now and came back later, chances were that she wouldn't find it again. Cheese immediately followed the loaf and a couple apples. A picnic for one as it were.
Her gaze slipped towards the shop window reflexively and she slowed, studying her reflection in it. Call her vain and just a little bit shallow but she'd always taken pride in her appearance. On impulse she'd had her hair cut short, chin length and framing her face. Her jeans and t-shirt were free of holes though the thigh length leather jacket was scuf