knowThey say write what you know. I know I don't know who they are. But I know they have a good point.know9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I know fear sucks. I know worry hurts. I know that I don't know all the answers. I know that when I'm alone everything is fine, nothing is so serious and nothing is wrong. I know that I'm going to die. I know that doesn't make sense to me. I know that's ok.
I know that I want to live strongly, wisely, abundantly, freely, and long. I know that I want to learn. I know that I want to live peacefully. I know that what I want isn't given to me. I know that I have to feel what I want to make it mine.
I know that everything is ok. I know that everything has always been ok and everything will always be ok. I know that I was not always ok with everything.
I know that there are a lot of problems in the world. I know that I care. I know that I don't want to care sometimes. I know that it doe
AtticAn attic is dusty and harsh. The corners contain spiders and secrets that are never meant to be spoken, while the boxes contain previous lives and lost memories. The only window is small and clouded from weather and wear, and only sheds small amounts of light on the walls and floor. These walls have holes and the floor creaks with every step, even those that a small rodent might make. The stairs up to this attic are steep and long, spinning up and almost never-ending in their effort to reach this dusty, old attic. The door is skinny and screams as it is opened, as if made by someone who knew that no one would make the effort to get to it. The most important part of this attic, however, is that someone is there.Attic11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This person seems to have almost the same attributes of the attic: harsh, clouded, and creaks whenever they move. Her face is drawn in, her hair has lost all shine, and her skin no longer glows. She looks like the physical embodiment of pain and lo
i am, i am, i amI am the cold winter sunlight that shines through the gap between my thighs, the pale hands with their bloodless fingers, the hair that floats to the ground in free-falling gossamer strands.i am, i am, i am12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I am the shaking voice in the therapist's voicemail box, the distorted vision seen in the mirror's cruel reflection, the stumbling steps that echo down the hospital's corridor.
I am the girl in the corner of the room who throws her pizza away without a bite, the girl who drinks coffee to drown her appetite in sorrows, the girl who wraps her fingers around her wrist every ten minutes or so to feel the bones there that protrude like skeletal wings.
I am alone, and afraid, and so afraid of being alone.
I am, but no longer, me.
being a bird means flying (i'm afraid of heights)they tell me to be a phoenixbeing a bird means flying (i'm afraid of heights)12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
do not want to go up in
i must admit that
i don’t like the heat;
it’s all too much for
me to handle,
Proper GrammarA/N: This is a little argument I had with a good friend of mine. This is not being posted to scorn him, so no hate, please. I don't much care about the reader's stance on this subject, I just think that this is one of the best things I've written outside of school recently, and I thought that it would shed a little light on my writing style, and why I write in the first place. This conversation took place over Skype, and the indentations indicate a new message.Proper Grammar14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Cameron: why the FUCK is Skype autocapitalizing things for me
that is fucking ridiculous
Ethan: You don't like having proper grammar?
Cameron: no proper grammar can go suck a dick
i’m fucking typing on a computer not writing a novel
Ethan: Proper grammar is always good.
Cameron: proper grammar is unnecessary
like i'm conveying my message fine here
and it is less work
Grown of CorpsesStillness was what Narcis noticed first. Forests have that about them, the quiet of life going about its business so unobtrusively. It was a little grey, a little too quiet perhaps. His mind was so busy most times that he hardly thought anything of it. The underlying babble of dishonest noise confused and hid sounds of the real world.Grown of Corpses17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The scream didn’t shatter reality so much as liquidate it. It was a crash that rippled out like the strike of a warhammer at a cathedral bell and everything below the sky fell. Now came the world Narcis expected these days.
He noticed a pattern eventually, which was really quite odd for these things and something of a feat. She was still screaming, a cracking, burbling sound. There never seemed to be any time for a breath. How he could even think around such a consuming sound, Narcis didn’t know.
The pattern was in the trees and plants. A pattern of the weak and strong, little patches with each in varying degrees and in similar shapes. Where t
HaydenHis eyes were a big innocent sea blue, his long light ash brown hair a mop of curls. His lips were parted in a slight smile as he stared up at the ceiling in awe.Hayden17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I wonder…” Hayden said quietly, his tone soft and young. “What it must be like…” He didn’t finish his sentence, simply closing his eyes and taking a deep, fresh breath of air as he lay back on the crinkled white sheet of the jumbled bed. His light brown suit was without a single crease, spotless and unblemished with his signature dark brown bowtie still in perfect place of the collar. Suddenly he gave a cute giggle, and then a bashful smile took over his lips as he wistfully gazed above.
“I will never understand you and that gun.” Came the low, sly voice of his roommate, Vixen. Hayden turned his head to face him, his young eyes holding wonder and soft affection.
“Do not try to understand dear friend, for you will fail…” His voice was content, and a soft
Blind MeLuke was still hanging around. Dana had said that he should’ve gotten rid of the brute weeks ago, but he didn’t realize how large a task that really was. It had been three weeks and four days since Dana had left him alone. No. ‘Left’ implied choice.Blind Me18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Wind whipped his hair round and round so much that he ached for the way that horse racing slicked it back with the force of forward momentum battling wind. The rope wasn’t nearly so moved by the elements. It rocked gently back and forth, swinging rhythmically near and far with only the slightest circular stirring as when a leaf falls loose in autumn.
“Yer the last one, Killer.” Luke swallowed the ‘e’ of his nickname much like the man’s father might have. “Ya put em all under.”
He jolted forward at a sudden shove against his back, knowing that it was simultaneously Luke’s hands shoving and nothing at all. His glasses, already long since cracked and bent out of shap
BedtimeT'was once a MYSTERIOUS place called EARTH, whereupon mysterious creatures LIVED. This Earth was in reality an ENORMOUS ROCK spinning faster than 1000 MILES PER HOUR! All about this GIGANTIC ROCK were similar rocks but FAR FAR AWAY spinning at comparable speeds. Indeed t'was a MAGICAL LAND of rocks collectively called UNIVERSE!Bedtime19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Living upon the EARTH ROCK were countless CREATURES. Many of these creatures were called ANIMALS, all of beautiful and unique shapes and sizes and colours. Many could FLY, others could live under WATER, and some lived in TREES and FORESTS. So many creatures EXISTED on this rock called Earth that it'was AMAZING that of all of them ONLY ONE particular creature called HUMAN ruled the ENTIRE rock!
These humans were NOT BIGGER or STRONGER than all the other animals of Earth. OH NO, NOT AT ALL!. They weren't even SCARIER looking. But they each had very special HEADS, with amazing things INSIDE them called...A MIN
An Old Book and Its Consequences - ewolf20's TradeIf you could decide the day for an adventure, you would not have picked this day. It was warm and serene, certianly not a day to disturb with the noise and bustle of an adventure. Yet, we are not the ones who pick the day an adventure happens, so an adventure did occur on this quiet day.An Old Book and Its Consequences - ewolf20's Trade19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Haley Jenkins and her two companions chatted hapily as they made their way back to their respective homes. There was nothing particularly special about them; they were your average group of teenage girls. Looking at her watch, one of Haley's friends remarked, gesturing to the abandoned bookstore that was ahead, "Hey, we're early getting home from school. Why don't we take the extra time we have to explore that old book store."
Finding nothing wrong with the arrangement, Haley and her other friend agreed to the plan and the group went into the bookstore. Had it been nighttime, they would have needed flashlights, but it was daytime and the light came into the store, only slightly dimmed by the cobw
first timeit's hard to remember all the details of the first time for me. i simply remember how freeing it was. this wasn't a time of sex, but of choosing; choosing not to react.first time21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
flowers and imaginationI wonder and ponder and think and blinkflowers and imagination21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
at the flowers and what they think
I wonder if they had imagination
Just a little bit
And what would they do with it?
Would they imagine all the worst?
Would they give up on growing first?
Would they see themselves as ugly and useless and...
Part of one big mess?
I wonder if they're spared imagination, so that they might live
for our benefit
So that we can think and imagine just as wonderfully as
the flowers must have imagined themselves.
I wonder and ponder and think and blink.
.:Look What I Found:.Jael smirked as he watched his younger brother jump a little on the bed. JJ's tired eyes narrowed at the plum haired man on the doorway, letting out a loud, tired groan as his hand wiped over his face. "What do you want, Be? It's, like, eight in the morning.".:Look What I Found:.1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It's late enough for you to get up," Jael chuckled at him, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the raven haired man just flip him off before he pulled the blanket over his half naked body and rolled on his side underneath it. "I have something to show you."
"Unless the house is on fire, it can wait," JJ muttered back at him from somewhere between the thick blanket as he pulled it closer to his body for more warmth. "You are letting cold air in, at least close the damn door."
Shaking his head, Jael exited the room, leaving the door open after him. Sighing JJ listened as a moment later his footsteps walked back inside the room, this time closing the door
FloatingAs she felt the bristled, slightly damp blades of grass beneath her fingers, she breathed. She breathed as she stared to the stars, deciphering constellations and painting pictures with the deep shades of blue and black. She breathed as her worries left her in bouts of warm air. Being lost in her own imagination led to all of her muscles gradually relaxing as the grass soothed her and as the ground began to swallow her. A smile played on her lips as she gradually succumbed to the sensation. Slowly, she became numb as the earth beneath welcomed her, taking her warmth for its own and making her body one with the grass. One by one, her fingers, then toes, then limbs lost all feeling. Finally, she was so cold and numb, that she couldn't move, yet, it was liberating. The absence of fear and stress and worry left just a shell, with a small, glistening orb of happiness planted deep within its heart. It grew to fill her entire body until she felt she wFloating1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Chima's Oath of AlligenceI will Protect and Respect ChimaChima's Oath of Alligence1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I will Share its Fears and I will Share its Dreams.
Do you swear never to jeopardize the safety of this land?
Do you swear to work hard and earn your comfortable life here on this world?
And do you swear that, from this point forth, you'll be proud to be called a Citizen of Chima?
Then there is nothing more to say. Welcome to Chima, friends!
You always hurt the ones you love'I didn't mean to do it.'You always hurt the ones you love2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The bloody knife fell from his shaking hand as he stepped back in shock and horror. This wasn't supposed to happen. She had warned him. He hadn't wanted to listen.
Tears streamed down his face as her voice rang through his mind.
'It'll get worse. It always does. We keep promising it'll never happen again but it does!'
He had seen the fear in her eyes.
'It won't! I'll never hurt you again.' He had told her desperately.
She had shaken her head as her own tears flowed.
'It wasn't you this time. It was me.'
'I don't care! It doesn't matter.'
'It matters to me.'
That had been months ago. It had taken days of him begging, pleading and promising before she had given in. She had paid for her faith in him.
It never used to be like this. Sure, they had argued. Every couple did. But over the years it had gotten to be more than that.
It started with shouting. Then he started pulling her hair. She would cry. They would shout some more.
Things got worse. He would push her,
Leftover Souls snippetI had lost count of the stations. Was it seven, or eight coming up? There were no numbers on the platforms. I could feel the train beginning to slow down as the iron girders outside became less of a blur. The train stopped.Leftover Souls snippet2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I saw him then – that shock of white hair, shining between the shadows of people boarding the train. I stood up, making my way through, trying not to bump into anyone, or their luggage. The newcomers seated themselves quickly, like they knew exactly where they were meant to be. Like they had always been on this car.
The whistle blew suddenly and I jumped, jerking my head to the window. Only Dios was left at the station, and the doors were still at the other end of the car. My stomach lurched – I had to get off, now. I pushed my way past, no longer mindful of tact; it was blocking my way. I jumped over a travel case; I think I may have elbowed someone. Something caught my foot and I fell, grabbing at a train pole to steady myself – my hands slid rig
JazzThere were many things which Roman Torchwick liked in a business partner. They had to know how to handle a fight, for one thing. One could never be too well-armed for a hostile situation, when they were in Roman's line of work. They had to have an air of sophistication about them, a certain je ne sais quois, as it were. Those were all-important when such a witty prince of crime was selecting his closest allies.Jazz2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yet, what about the small things? He liked pressed slacks, well-polished shoes, and an appreciation for finery. Someone who knew how to look good while holding up a shipment of Dust, or while brandishing a previously-concealed blade, or even while opening fire with a work horse of a gun into a crowd of coppers. It most certainly helped if they could make their foes feel furious and inadequate whilst beating fire out of them.
Was it any wonder, then, that Roman kept such company as Neo Politan? She was definitely a cute little mute, and appreciated similar things to Roman: crime,
Could Never Be You (Reader x Any Guy)It was amazing really, feeling close to him like you did. He was becoming a best friend to you and that was something you needed. What you didn’t need was to fall for him; a guy that you knew you couldn’t have. It wasn’t because you were insecure or having a lack of self-confidence, it was more along the lines of the fact that he was interested in your best girlfriend.Could Never Be You (Reader x Any Guy)2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You couldn’t help but squirm when his lovely eyes left you for her as she came to sit down at the table. Couldn’t help but become sad when he would hug her and not you. You would never tell him though; especially how much you liked him and enjoyed the fact that he made you smile.
He wasn’t yours, no matter what you did: wear the prettiest clothes, the nicest makeup- it was all for him, but when she was around you were just another shadow. He still spoke to you, but his attention was on her, eyes watching to see if she enjoyed his jokes. Each time she mentioned a type of guy she was in
The airs of the world:Shift - chapter 4The airs of the world:Shift - chapter 42 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Chapter 4: Training!
“So, to sum things up, the 12th member of the Genesis headed the development of underground nuklear reactors, a practice that seems dangerous back in the day but now it seems to work out safely,”
Mitsuo Akiyama, teacher of class be went on with his lecture only to be interrupted by the signature 3 bells for lunch.
“Aw, I hate it when that happens, ruins the mood, I'll pick this up later on today,” Mitsuo informed his students.
“So what are ya doing for lunch?” Mitsuki asked Alex.
Alex looked at Mitsuki then his desk.
“I'm going to the roof, I need a quiet place to read,” Alex said.
Alex stood up and gave Mitsuki an apologetic look. She nodded.
“Nah, it's okay,”
She smiled at him as he walked away.
Katsumata school roof.
The sound of the heavy entrance door swinging open echos through the air.
“Hiro?” Alex called.
Alex walks out to the roof, letting the heavy door slam
Llego a los arbolesLlegó a los árboles. Llegó al lugar.Llego a los arboles2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Llegó al lugar y tiró su espada. Resbaló por sus dedos, lentamente, lubricada la caída por el agua, el agua que caía, la lluvia que envolvía.
Llegó al lugar y se disolvía rojo. Se disolvían rojas las lágrimas de blasfemias por el filo de la piel que se partía ajena. Ajenos los sueños muertos que cargaba su joven cuerpo de guerra y doblegaron sus rodillas blancas.
Llegó a los árboles con el pecado en sus manos. Observaba el carmesí escaparse tembloroso. No reconocía sus propios sonidos de desahogo, las hojas frescas ya no sentían otra lluvia más que la tormenta de sus ojos.
Llegó a los arboles un paso que no era el suyo.
Reconoció en el siseo el conocido andar púrpura de una mujer de otoños. Levantó su alma, abandonó su arma, y portó doloroso la sangre de su templanza.
— Ha llegado...
Recorrieron sus ojos l
Seasons to a VampireSpring, as it is in the daylight, is much of the same as it is in the night. The world comes alive with sound and new life as those who had once fallen into a frozen slumber now awake, the season of nature's animalistic desire takes over, beginning the circle of life for many of Earth's creatures.Seasons to a Vampire2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Trees and flowers are able to breathe a sigh of relief as they shake the chill from their branches, stems. Large oaks and maples are revitalized by the warm breeze, pulling the fallen brothers from their arms to make way for new. Fauna and flora alike, are free to thrive as light showers wash away the remnants of nature's grieving.
To watch this occurrence through vampiric sight, is to understand the world in a way no mortal can. To capture it with a magnitude that Van Gogh is unable to portray in his scenic paintings, that Shakespeare is unable to describe through his carefully plotted words. Only I, and others of my kind are able to witness this sort of beauty. Perhaps it is indeed this phe