My Aunt RosemaryMy Aunt Rosemary27 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What would you call the bakery if you opened it?"
"Why would you name it that? Why not call it Willows?"
"Rosemary was my best friend."
My aunt was a beautiful woman. Long, dark green hair, vibrant blue eyes, and skin as smooth as porcelain. She apparently looked a lot like my mother, who also had the trademark blue eyes. I never knew my mother, she died as she was giving birth to me. I know I would love my mother though, but Rosemary was the woman who raised me. She loved me like a mother would, and she was my best friend. From my birth, she cared for me, raised me, and taught me much of what I know now.
She taught me how to be kind and caring, how to love everybody no matter how bad or corrupt.
"Love is the most important thing." She would always say that to
Hitman Troubles: Chapter 2Astrid sat on a bench and watched as her sister Mary and her friend Carley looked at things in the kiosk. She never really had any interest in fashion. But it made her sister happy to look at that kind of stuff and she liked to see her like this. To be honest she never wanted to come to the mall today, but there was nothing else to do. Carley walked over and sat next to her, "She's coming.", Carley said, "just needed to get a price on something.". "I never understood how you two could look at clothes for hours on end.", Astrid replied, "I can barely stand to look at them for ten minutes. Let alone two hours.". "Well you've always been sort of a tomboy. I mean look at what you do. You're a mercenary and sometimes a treasure hunter. You've never really had the time to get an interest in fashion.". Mary walked over happily with bags in hand, "All set!", she said with a wide smile. "Let's get home so we can try them on!". The two walked behind Astrid and talked nonstop about what they justHitman Troubles: Chapter 26 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
PhysioMalachy was shirtless and face down in the physio’s office. There was a reason for this. The boy was being tested after complaining of a sore back after playing football for his under twelves team. The brunette sighed as the physio placed her hands on his back and felt around.Physio8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I can’t see anything wrong. You feeling any pain?” she asked. The boy shook his head.
“No, I’m alright, I think,” he said. The boy’s arms were currently stretched out to the top of the table. The physiotherapist smiled and slid her hands into the boy’s armpits and gently tucked her fingers into them. The boy gasped and squealed, giggling and tugging at his arms a little.
“Hey, they tickles!” he squeaked sweetly. The Physio smiled happily and moved her hands down over the boy’s back. But the sensations were so light and gentle that even that tickled! Malachy was very ticklish, but his pits were his worst spot. Luckily he wasn’t in the m
Sun ScreamXavier was sitting on the beach right now. As he was doing so, his mother was rubbing sunscreen on him. He hated this part, and would have rather done it himself, but the soon to be ten-year-old brown haired boy often stuffed it up, and so as a result, his mother was doing it for him.Sun Scream8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was a reason as to why Xavier hated it so much! He was excessively ticklish… probably too much for his own liking. His parents and friends on the other hand didn’t seem to mind, and actually loved making him laugh through tickle torture. He did have a nice laugh after all! The face wasn’t that bad, but when Xavier lay down on his front, he knew he was in for it.
His mother applied cream to the boy’s neck and immediately he started shaking with laughter. His mother kept giggling along with him, happily tickling her son in a caring, loving way. It WAS unintentional, and it was for her son’s safety and protection. She continued to rub cream all over the boy’s back an
The DreamerSeven-year-old Max was sleeping. His mind was active though. He was dreaming, and the boy loved his dreams. Right now, he was happily being held down as a tickle monster teased his little body.The Dreamer8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In his dream, the little boy was wearing shorts only. The monster had many tentacles and they were currently caressing the youngster’s tender ribs, tummy, sides and armpits. His thighs and knees were also being gently tickled, as were his shins. His tummy and armpits were being scribbled all over at the moment and every now and then; the monster’s mouth would lower itself to the boy’s tummy and blow a raspberry there!
But the best tickles were currently on the boy’s feet. He loved being tied there. Right now the little brown haired boy had little tentacles with electric toothbrush heads on the end sliding over his little toes. Small feathers and pipe cleans were sawing gently between his toes whilst a rounded nail was gently sliding over the undersides of the boy’s
Can Cats Tickle?Oscar was currently sitting in the kitchen. His flip-flops were cast beside him. The animal lover had butter rubbed over his left foot and milk on his right foot. His father was holding his ankles down and whistling for the cat, Ginger to come along. Oscar had wondered whether his cat could tickle, and the tickle-lover’s father had come up with a small experiment to find out. The curly brown haired boy giggled nervously when Ginger appeared.Can Cats Tickle?8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“You ready, sport?” Oscar’s father asked. Oscar giggled sweetly and nodded. Ginger stepped up to his master’s feet and sniffed them, before sticking his tongue out and licking gently all over the child’s small feet. The boy immediately broke into soft giggles and squirmed around nervously.
“DADDY IHIHIHHIIT TIHIHIHIHHICKLES!” the boy cried. The boy’s father chuckled and playfully nabbed the boy’s side, making him squeak endearingly. Meanwhile, Ginger’s tongue was licking all over the
Flexibility“What are you doing?” Howard’s father asked with a mix of awe and confusion. His eight-year-old blond son was very flexible, and right now the young boy was lying on his back, with his arms wrapped around his knees. The boy’s bare feet were resting close to his head, but still were waving around mid-air. Howard giggled at his father.Flexibility8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Oh nothing much… I just thought of trying this,” the boy explained, lying on the living room floor and still managing to stare up at the television screen to watch the Cricket. Howard’s father smiled and slid across the couch.
“Well, shall we see how long you can hold this position for?” the man asked. Howard giggled.
“Okay,” he said, unsuspectingly.
“Good. I don’t think you’ll last very long,” the boy’s father added. Howard was about to question why this might be, when suddenly he felt his dad’s fingers dancing gently over the soles of his bare fee
MeasurementLeyton and Llewellyn both sat with their legs crossed, pondering their problem. The two second-graders were currently completing a maths assignment about measurement, and they had to come up with their own way of measuring objects and one body part. They had decided to use special craft feathers as their unit of measurement. But now it was time to measure a body part, and the boy’s were having issues thinking of one they could use.Measurement8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Leyton, the boy with dark blond hair with a copper tang sighed as he considered the problem. It was Llewellyn however, the boy with longer, lighter blond hair and glasses that came up with the answer.
“We could measure our feet,” the eight-year-old said. Leyton agreed.
“Okay… so… do you just want to do one pair of feet or should we both do it?” asked Leyton. Llewellyn shrugged.
“I don’t think it’ll matter because we both have the same shoe size,” the boy explained.
Trying to ReadClem had enjoyed a very busy morning, but now it was time for the red cheeked, spiky blond haired and small eleven-year-old to relax and unwind. He was lying inside the veranda of the little Hawaiian resort that he and his family were staying at. He was lying on his front, his feet dangling off the edge of the couch whilst he read a book propped up on a few pillows. His hands supported his chin.Trying to Read8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Clem’s older sister snuck up behind him. “Hey squirt, what are you doing?” she asked. Claire was sixteen and loved teasing her brother whenever she could. Clem rolled his eyes.
“Trying to read,” the boy replied, without looking up. Claire rolled her eyes too and grunted, sitting down on the couch – right across Clem’s ankles.
“GAH!” the boy cried in shock. “Do you mind?” he asked, irritably. “Those are my legs!” he added. Claire clapped her hands, prompting Clem to narrow his eyes at her. He returned to his book.
Balancing actTucker was busily walking back and forth along a thin piece of wood. It was really just to pass the time whilst his mother chatted to other parents. The six-year-old blond boy was quite good at balancing, and he practiced wherever he could. Now was a perfect example. The young lad happily bounded from one side of the wooden border between the ramp and the garden to the other side. As he was doing this, his mother snuck up on the young boy.Balancing act8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Hey Tucker, come on sweetie, we have to go,” she said. Tucker paid her little attention.
“When I fall off,” said Tucker with a small mischievous grin.
“That could be next year, honey... you’re very good at this,” the boy’s mother replied.
“I know,” said Tucker simply. “That’s why I said that,” he added.
“Well if you come now I’ll happily buy you a balancing beam for your birthday,” the boy’s mother said, trying to be reasonable.
“Okay, just wa
Cinema AnticsIt was never a good idea to put one’s feet up in a cinema. Especially if they were bare. And especially if you were with your Vacation care group and the one Educator was sitting right where your foot was!Cinema Antics8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This was the mistake that young Joey had just made. The young seven-year-old with the spiky brown hair, slim build and small stature was sitting next to the row seat. One educator sat next to him and his friend sat on the other side. He was glad that the two educators sitting near him were easy going. Stephen always made funny jokes and Dan let Joey get away with anything.
“Stephen, can I take my shoes off?” the boy asked. Stephen patted the boy’s shoulder and nodded.
“I don’t see why not. Just make sure you keep your belongings close to you,” said the educator. Joey leant down and untied his laces, slipping his little feet out of his shoes. He wiggled his toes, before sliding down in his chair a little and sticking his feet up on the armrest
Cubby House P1It was free playtime at vacation care for the time being. For Gus, Robin and Taj, this was the best time of the day, just after lunch before activities. The three boys had spent the morning building a big cubby house on the other side of the stadium, and it was very cosy inside.Cubby House P18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The three boys were aged nine, eight and nine respectively. The boys were all thin and had average height for their age. The exception was Taj who looked like he belonged in grade four. Gus had short brown hair, Robin had short but thicker dirty blond hair which looked more like a murky light brown, and Taj had bright blond hair which was also short. Whilst open toed footwear wasn’t usually permitted, because it was the summer program, the children were allowed to wear them so long as they had another pair of shoes as well. As a result, Gus was walking around in flip-flops though he’d just discarded them, and Taj HAD been wearing sandals, though he too had discarded them. Robin had removed his shoes
Older Brother p1AJ, Bart and Colton were all three brothers. They all had plenty in common, and one of their favourite quirks was that they came from a tickling household. It didn’t help that their surname was ‘Tickle’ and that their dad often made the incredibly cheesy remark of ‘There’ll a be a Tickle at the Tickle Residence tonight!’Older Brother p18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
AJ was the oldest, with short dirty blond hair, slightly tanned skin and blue eyes. He was nine years old, and nearly ten. His other brothers were aged eight and six. Bart, the middle child, was the same height as AJ, even though the boys were actually small for their ages. Bart was the exception to this rule, however. His hair was also a little lighter than his brothers, and longer too. Then there was Colton – the cheeky six-year-old. He was always getting up to no good!
Today was the same, because when Colton awoke, he was tied up with a sock in his mouth! Because the night had been reasonably warm, the boy wore nothing but a
Prankster p2 and p3As his feet were tickled hard, Taylor continued to thrash around crazily. His toes squirmed crazily and his feet waved from side to side.Prankster p2 and p38 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“SOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOREE!” the young boy shrieked. He thrashed around crazily and shook his head from side to side. As he did that, Sharon and David grinned at each other.
“Not yet you are, but you will be!” sang David. He held the boy’s toes back and held up and electric toothbrush. Upon turning it on, Taylor screamed and pulled his foot back as far as it could go, which wasn’t much. Then he had to face the total agony of the electric toothbrush tickling his little toes, the undersides of the tender digits and his sole! This drove Taylor up the wall and he screamed for all he was worth. Sharon on the other hand was playing with a feather duster. She held her son’s gig toes and pulled it back, using the duster to slide all over her child’s little foot. She even tickled his toes with it, and Taylor’
Knots (parts 1,2 and 3)Hunter and Jim were both having a great time on the scout holiday camp they were currently on. The two scouts boys were both twelve years old and they were currently refining their knot tying skills, whilst the leaders and parents occupied the Cubs and Joeys.Knots (parts 1,2 and 3)8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hunter was the slightly smaller of the two boys, and he had slightly longer hair too. They were both brunettes, but they weren’t from the same family. The boys had just finished building a small cross.
“Hmm… I dunno… maybe we should test it for strength?” Hunter suggested.
“Yeah, but how are we going to do that?” asked Jim, staring at the cross. The boys were both practicing on the little beach of the lake. As a result, Hunter was barefooted. His sandals were adjacent to where they were building. Jim spied the boy’s feet. A suddenly wicked idea came to the soon to be thirteen-year-old.
“Hey I got an idea! Hunter, lie down on the cross!” exclaimed Jim. Hunter looked at him
Prankster p1Taylor had been sleeping peacefully when his parents suddenly woke him. They snatched the boy from his bed, whilst he was wearing naught but sleeveless shirt and shorts and took him to the master bedroom, tying his arms and feet to the bedposts. The ten-year-old brunette boy had a flavor for pranking people, and he’d done a very good one the other day. Whilst his parents were asleep, he’d put fake spider webs in the house and a massive three-dimensional cutout of a mass of gigantic spiders in the bathroom. His father, half sleep when he’d walked in that morning had received a face full of fake web and cardboard spider.Prankster p18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Hey what’s this all about?” the boy cried when he saw his parents standing there. They chuckled.
“Well Taylor… I DID quite enjoy your prank of the spiders earlier this morning,” his father, David said. The boy tittered a little.
“Oh yeah, that,” he said with a giggle, seemingly having forgotten about it o
Late Home“Why are you late, Brendan?” the eleven-year-olds mother asked when the brunette stepped through the door. It had been casual clothes day at school and the boy had decided to hang around for a little while and play a few games with his friends. But he’d lost track of time and sprinted home. He was still panting from the sprint.Late Home8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Sorry… I… lost… track of… time!” the boy wheezed. The boy’s mother hugged her son and helped him over to the couch. She fetched him a glass of water, took his back and jacket off and hung them up. The brunette boy gulped the water down.
“That’s alright, sweetie,” she said. “But you know you really should have come home as soon as possible. I don’t mind if you let me know in the morning… but what if something had happened?” his mother asked her. The boy shrugged and shook his head. He sat back in the chair. Whilst thin, the boy wasn’t the fastest of runner
Who stole from the cookie jar?Kevin had been summoned downstairs. But the ten-year-old couldn’t think of a reason as to why! The young lad chuckled a little as he padded down the stairs. When he reached the living room, the boy was surprised to see his father and mother and father waiting for him. And there was the cookie jar.Who stole from the cookie jar?8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As soon as the blond boy entered the room, his parents pounced! His dad grabbed the boy and lifted him into the air, plonking him down on the couch. Kevin squealed and started fighting. His father grabbed the boy’s arms and pulled them up above his son’s head and straddled them with his knee. Meanwhile, the boy’s mother sat over her child’s ankles and pulled his socks off.
“OI WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” the boy cried with a giggle. The lad’s mother, Darice grinned at him.
“Oh well we’re getting you to admit,” said Darice, as her nails started skittering all over the boy’s bare soles. He squealed and curled his little toes, but
Ghost of TicklesSeamus lay in bed, wearing a long sleeved night tee shirt and a pair of shorts. He lay on top of his sheets, for the night was warm enough to sleep without blankets. He did this whenever he could, because Seamus had a gift. He could communicate with the dead. And there were a few spirits in his house. They loved talking to him. But Seamus had a soft spot for one particular ghost… he called her The Tickler, because she could tickle, and it ALWAYS felt real. But she made it nice and fun too!Ghost of Tickles8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Tickler Ghost appeared in the room, making the curtains rise into the air. Seamus smiled happily and closed his eyes. The other ghosts were there and he waved at them. They waved back. The ghost and Seamus spoke for a little while. The ten-year-old blond boy grinned happily after a while, and nodded.
It started immediately, ropes appeared out of nowhere and stretched the boy out to his bedposts so that he was lying in an ‘x’ shape. Then he was bathed in a sea of tickles. His fee
Beach Burial“Why would you want to get buried in the sand, anyway?” cried Donna, Mitch’s mother.Beach Burial8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Because its fun!” the boy cried, as Geoff, Donna’s husband finished up. The blond seven-year-old was buried from his neck to his ankles, but the hole had been dug so that his back was upright and his legs stuck out at a diagonal angle. It felt quite funny.
“Yeah, I suppose, sweetie. And now we can tickle your tootsies!” cried Donna, excitedly.
“Oh great idea, darling,” said Geoff with a chuckle. He took the boy’s right ankle and Donna took the left one. Mitch grinned up at his parents and squealed loudly, shaking his head.
“NONONONONONONO!” the boy cried playfully. Truthfully, he loved to be tickled, but he loved to also try and escape.
His parents just shook their heads and their fingers skittered up and down the boy’s sandy little soles. Mitch immediately burst out laughing, his little toes squirming since that was t
Whre's my Diary????!!!!Alice, Declan’s sixteen-year-old sister blasted the door of Declan’s bedroom open and stared at him with a look that could kill. The brunette boy looked up at her and gasped.Whre's my Diary????!!!!8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“WHERE… IS… MY… DIARY… YOU… TWERP?” she cried.
“I haven’t seen it!” the ten-year-old boy cried definitely. The girl barged into the room and kicked his Lego box aside. Then she reached down and grabbed the boy, pulling him into her arms before he could protest.
“Just as well I have a way of finding out if that’s true or not,” she snarled, carrying her little brother into her room and bolting the door closed. She stuck the by on her bed and tied his arms to the post above the bed and then his ankles to the outer posts at the other end.
“Um… what are you doing?” the boy cried. Alice grinned at him mischievously.
“Well… I’m going to tickle you until you can’t breathe! Then, if I think yo
The better SuperheroCruz and Dante came speeding into the room, where Dante’s au pair was reading a book.The better Superhero8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Maggie, Cruz said I have to be the bad guy but I want to be the super hero!” cried Dante. The brunette eight-year-old and his best friend of the same age (but with red hair), were arguing about the game they were playing right now, which they couldn’t get started because they couldn’t decide who would be who.
“Well, why don’t you both be superheroes?” Maggie suggested. Cruz grinned at Dante.
“That’s a great idea! But who will be lead superhero?” Dante asked. Maggie thought for a little bit and then she had a thought.
“Come over here, take your socks off and lie down with your feet up on the couch,” she said. The boys looked at her curiously but did as they were told. They lay down and propped their bare feet up on the couch, on either side of Maggie’s legs.
“Right, now I’m going to tickle you both. The fir