just what the doctor orderedA toxic sunrise licked the fading shutters of Mimi Lolacute’s bedroom window. The air had been fiercely humid for weeks now, summertime unrelenting. Today, from the look of the morning, was no exception. Mimi rolled herself off the feathered bed to the carpet, knocking several empty cans of lurid energy drink off of the cabinet as she did so. Her clock read five a.m., and, sighing, she clicked open a new drink. A funny thing happened as she stood looking in the mirror. Mimi noticed an odd aura about her, flame-coloured at the core but tinged with teal. Rubbing her eyes and swigging the fluorescent liquid, she squinted and turned to look at her partner, Chaz. Around him was a cloudy shadow, flecked with deep black spots that made it look like off soup. Minestrone flavoured, perhaps. This was far too much for Mimi.just what the doctor ordered5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I don’t feel so good…” The thud of Mimi
chain, unchainPlease stay. I will save you.chain, unchain6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
FFM Day 4: Jocular Depravity “Why does that righteous idiot get a 4-year turn?” War stood at his full intimidating height and scowled at the lavender patch that was slowly spreading across his crimson one.FFM Day 4: Jocular Depravity3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Natural perpetuation. Peace knows how to play his cards, and these pieces seem to be unfortunately suited to his style of play. They are not so different, but yet so different from the previous pieces. I will understand after a few more rounds.” Frowning at the stacks of paper on the table, Conquest barely looked up as she answered. She was too occupied planning the optimal utility of Famine’s turn. “Hope may be heading up this game, but Peace is the strategist. Life helped him out during his turn, and that purple virus will spread if we do not curtail it first. You will have to take a full turn immediately after Famine, Death, elsewise Famine’s move will be undone by Plenty.”
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RomeAt least one of my forefathers must have been a domestic dog. From when I was a cub, I felt the pull of the human city, but my mother always told us never to go there.Rome5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'They might once have been our friends,' she said, 'but now we disapprove of them because they're civilised, which means that they have too much and they fight and kill each other to have more.'
'Wolves fight,' I said.
'We don't kill each other if we can help it, and only then for something we need. The humans already have more than they need. You haven't seen the walls of their city.'
I didn't tell her that I had seen them.
'Their city now reaches far beyond those walls,' my mother went on, 'and really, they are the most vulgar creatures imaginable. They eat and eat and have a special place to go and be sick in. And to think they disapprove of the way that we decent animals smell each other's behinds.'
'Why might they once have been our friends?' I asked, and so my mother bega