business casual zombiebusiness casual zombie14 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Evan hated Business Casual Friday, so it figures that’s the day he would die.
“Uuuugghhh,” he moaned.
He was dead, but some small part of him remained and chafed under his Polo shirt and tan slacks. He was a professional. He had a closet full of expensive suits.
But he no longer had the will to control this decaying form. He couldn't run home and change.
“Uuughhh,” he complained.
At least the zombie apocalypse didn't happen on Hawaiian Shirt Day.
This Empty HouseThis Empty House3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The place had been abandoned for years.
Merrick pushed open the gate which shrieked loudly in protest, startling a flock of birds out of the dying trees. Gravel crunched beneath his boots as he walked up the driveway, which was overgrown with tangled knots of weeds.
The paint on the door was peeling. Several windows were missing panes. The wooden porch groaned beneath his feet, threatening to snap at any moment. There was no doubt in Merrick’s mind that this had once been a beautiful building. Now it was just sad.
He pushed open the door, sunlight piercing the gloom in the entrance hall for the first time in ages. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust which was disturbed as Merrick walked in, the particles dancing in the light.
The aura of decay and neglect that hung over the building was almost overwhelming.
There were no crystals on the chandelier. The plants in the vases had long since wilted and died. The carpet and curtains were so faded that their once dark red co
Because It's Worth ItI know a woman, and her name is Elaine. She has a heart, one that has been broken more times than could be counted. She has a home, one that has been taken from her too many times. She has a mind, one that has been battered and abused to the point where it can hardly be called whole anymore. I know a woman, her name is Elaine, and she is beautiful in every way.Because It's Worth It6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She knows a man, and his name is Izotz. He has a heart, one that has been unused and withered in the dark and cold. He has a home that has always been empty and prison-like to him. He has a mind that has decieved itself so many times he doesn't even know what's real about himself anymore. She knows a man, his name is Izotz, and he is beautiful in every way.
Why? How can these wretches be beautiful? How could they be wonderful, when they don't even sound like they could be good people? It's because he knows her, and she knows him. It's because she broke through his walls of ice and saw through his lies, and saw his true self bene
ghostsThe man begs me as I walk into the train station. I remember begging. I remembering being ignored, feeling helpless, becoming a ghost. I see you, I think, I know you need money. But I'm so sorry because I have nothing to give you. I need what's in my pocket. But I /see/ you. I either have a sixth sense or you are /not/ a ghost, and I believe the latter. The reality.ghosts8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You are not a ghost.
On the train, a man asks for food. Early thirties. Only four years apart, that kid could have gone to high school with my sister in 1998. Could have been one of the boys lounging in our back office.
I ignore him. I don't even pay him any mind because I can't bare to have that connection with someone I'm so powerless to help again, not ten minutes after just having one. Apologise to the man in my mind, thoughts he'll never hear since I didn't look him in the eye.
He continues through the train, begging, thinking he's a ghost.
PonderingMerlin pondered. It was something he did quite often and he was becoming quite adept at it...not that this meant anything.Pondering12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He decided to lay his cards on the table and review them, as it were.
Was Nimue, the clever young Nymph who had impressed him with her precociousness, really, in the words of a later era - a slattern, a chav, medieval trailer trash? Certainly she had wild desires - she was a healthy young woman, complete with the requisite needs. She had a friend with whom she danced to show off her skills at attracting those like magicians who smiled at her audaciousness. All this was true.
It was also true that she was a mischievous little tease. Long ago, Merlin had seen her at breakfast eating the equivalent of modern pancakes. He had seen the look in her eyes that day and mentally said "Uh-oh!" This little nymph is not like any other! She means serious business. At the time, his heart went out to her, for he knew that the age difference between them was to great fo
All For NowIn a blink, he was gone.All For Now13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Just like that, the threat I had been preparing for my entire life disappeared- again.
You'd think I would be used to it by now. I'm not. It still pisses me off how he's able to do that.
Why can't I do that? Or, at least why can't I freakin' poof to wherever he goes to regain his strength tenfold? Yeah, tenfold; like I wasn't already scraping by- surviving by the skin of my teeth whenever I fought him. He always has to come back stronger than before. Know why? 'Cause he can. He's invincible, or so he says. . .
I'll be honest when I say I'm starting to believe it.
Okay, so he isn't the only one who hulks-out after having the crap beat out of them. I've pulled that plenty of times, but of course I nearly die because my body isn't ready to contain and control so much power at onc
Delirium Worldbuilding: WaterRain pattered on the small square window of the basement. He watched the drops race each down the pane as the sound of family night drifted down from upstairs. He wanted to stand in it, to take off his masks and let it wash him clean. But he couldn’t. Someone would see, and that was always the problem. He shifted his position on the concrete floor a little. His fingers tapped out a rhythm on his knee.Delirium Worldbuilding: Water13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
More laughter from above. His fists clenched as he suddenly felt the need to do something. He cracked open the window, leaning into the rush of cool spring air. It wasn’t enough. He looked around the dank basement, as if anything besides ghosts could have arrived while he was watching. Then, he hesitantly lifted off the mask of porcelain that covered his disfigured face.
A few raindrops found their way inside, and he stuck out his hand to catch more. The sensation of water trickling its way along the irritated red folds of his skin caused him to shiver. It was pleasant, though
Delirium Worldbuilding: Dear Family"Dear family,Delirium Worldbuilding: Dear Family13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I hate you. You wouldn't know me, but I am indeed genetically related to you. Your first genetic experiment, in fact. How much money did you waste on me? A couple thousand? More like one hundred thousand? Even a million? I'm sure you're sad about that.
You can never know what hell this existence is, but that doesn't mean I can't make your own lives torture. Soon, you will know the meaning of the darker things on this Earth. For years have I suffered, alone and outcast. But for years I have honed my craft. I could be so much worse, if I wished. Some days I wonder why I'm not.
You don't know what it's like to be two years old, abandoned in a field because you didn't come out right. You don't know what it's like to have to learn to take care of yourself, to steal for survival. You don't know what it's like to be alone, day after day, to teach yourself everything through any means necessary. You don't know what it's like to have something wrong with you, not in your perfect l
Excerpts from The Idea of Green (a novel)part 1.Excerpts from The Idea of Green (a novel)13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Death, Grief, Pain
I went through the green light and turned left. As we were about to pass under the bridge, I saw a common field rabbit dart into the street. I immediately put on my breaks, but the truck in front of me did not. I saw the truck swerve slightly, but the rabbit scampered right under the back wheel. I watched, unable to look away, as the rabbit's tiny body was yanked under the tire. I watched as it was flipped back out into the street, flopping lifelessly in front of my car, now dead in the road.
The murderer kept on driving.
I sucked in a tight breath of air as my car passed right over the body, though the image remained, playing over and over again in my mind.
"Kynlee?" I heard Green's voice, but it sounded far away.
I had never seen an animal killed like that. It took two seconds. That was it. Then dead.
I used to have a pet rabbit.
"Kynlee? Are you alright?"
But that was life. That's what life is like for us. One second we could be alive and well, the next we
SleepwalkSlowly, she pushes back the blanketsSleepwalk15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lowering herself onto the floor
Easing the bedroom door open
Easily making her way to the front door
Pushes it open and exits
Walking down the street in her pajamas
All the way to the bridge
Lifting herself onto the edge, she stands before jumping
Killing herself instantly
What He FoundI found light in a dark placeWhat He Found15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I found company after loneliness
I found life in death
I found love in hate
I found a friend in an enemy
I found healing after pain
I found time in an eternity
I found meaning in nothingness
I found happiness after grief
I found peace in chaos
I found my anchor in a stormy sea
I found the best because of the worst
What He LostLost is a loose descriptionWhat He Lost15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Taken is more accurate
Colors, shapes, pictures
Have no meaning now
I use my other senses
Sound and touch in particular
I always hated the dark
And now I am lost in it forever
Never to see another face
Or the sun and stars
Things I took for granted
And long to see
Just one more time
But I can't
DisownedVortex's eyes widened as something, somewhere in Admin Sarah's DNA was awakened. Within her, she felt a horrible, horrible fear of-Disowned15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"G-G-GHOST! EEEEEEEEEEKKKK!!!" she screamed and ran down the hallway. Script chuckled as she transformed into an opossum and and shoved herself into an air duct. He retracted his fangs and slowly closed his mouth.
"I think I made my point" he muttered, confident she would not be a problem anymore "Now where was I....ah yes, a juicy red heart" he rubbed his hands together and slowly phased through the hull.
Admin Janet skipped back to the kitchen, humming a merry tune to herself along the way. "Oh Voooorteeeeex, I brought you some delicious cookies for desert" she kicked the door open, but what she saw turned her smile upside down. There was no blood, there were no bits of flesh, and there was no destruction. The kitchen looked...pristine. Janet's tray hit the floor with a clang; she growled and her eyes began to glow red.
Meanwhile on deck, Dark Sarah sat
Stolen BodyI can still see and hearStolen Body16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But I have no control
I have killed no one yet, as is my will
Although killing is why I was sent, I don't want to
My hands and feet move
Even though I don't want them to
I'm under a spell that I can't break
I can't escape on my own
My own will is not enough
The one who sent me is a coward
Making me carry out a task I don't want
I would never do it normally
Or now, if I had a choice
I continue having to go
Where my body takes me
And do whatever he wills
Someone please stop me
O Velho JardineiroEra um velho homem, de idade avançada eO Velho Jardineiro17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
cabelos cor da neve, com um nariz curvado que lhe atribuía um ar pensativo a
cada ruga que demonstrava em seu rosto cansado. Seus olhos cor-de-jade tinham
em cada pálpebra a dignidade sofrida de Atlas, carregando o firmamento em suas
costas. O homem cuidava de um jardim na pequena cidade de Iguaba do estado do
Rio de Janeiro, criando tulipas de diversas cores, indo do roxo tradicional a
um calmo amarelo, até mesmo um vermelho vivaz. O homem tinha orgulho em seu
trabalho, e todo dia, ao nascer do sol, o povo da cidade acordava para ver o
homem diligente em seu ofício, criando flores para a cidade, sem nunca pedir um
cruzado em retorno.
Os jovens da cidade tinham um apreço
especial pelo homem, a quem chamavam de “Vovô Tulipa” por suas flores, e os
rapazes da cidade muitas vezes iam ao homem pedir por arranjos de flores para
darem às garotas du jour. O home
Self-PortraitThe veggie burger won’t taste like a burger. Your father will think it does, but you won’t. It won’t taste like meat to you. That’s why you’ll like it. It’ll feel soft and warm in your mouth compared to crisp lettuce and the tang of onions. It won’t be crusty and spiced with something you won’t recognize like the ones from Central. You’ll swear that there’s something in the food from Central—something that sucks all nutritional value from the most innocent of foods, like, say, lettuce. It tastes like limp cardboard. You’ve been sick from the food in Central (probably, hopefully, not the lettuce) on more than one occasion. But you’ll get sick from just about everything, won’t you?Self-Portrait17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This particular burger won’t make you sick (hopefully.) It’ll be from a bakery in your hometown, nestled in a small shop just before you enter downtown proper. Your father will say he’ll pick up the food for y
100 Themes Challenge: LoveEveryone found it weird. Nobody thought it was a good idea. None had the courage to go over and ask just what the hell was going through their heads. At first, it looked like she had a stalker. He kept appearing at her usual places, and since he stood out like an open wound she must have seen him coming from a mile away. He always kept his distance, but day any day he seemed to be gaining another inch. Unless she was having a rough day, on those days where her mind to its blackest recesses or her zanpakuto was causing her untold grief, when she would scream and lash out through tear-filled eyes, he would vanish like a ghost.100 Themes Challenge: Love20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Months could pass, but it like the moon he always seemed to come around again. He could be spotted from afar as another tattoo was inked into her flesh. She would always receive random gifts from him, simplistic ones like a small stuffed animal or a ribbon, always a differed colored one depending on her mood. It should have been creepy and she should have demanded
100 Themes Challenge: IntroductionIt was instinct. It was an unspoken rule written somewhere in the depths of their hearts. It called out, a song of silence. The two shadows that walked past each other heard its call, and reacted to its unsung melody. The rest of Soul Society looked down on it, nothing more than macho bravado mixed with a tendency for violence.100 Themes Challenge: Introduction21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was a lingering echo as the blades clashed, the sharp chorus of the song. Three more strikes soon followed, the leaner of the pair rolling across the gravel to give himself some distance. He swung from the left this time, only to be countered with the exact same amount of force. Their song and dance continued for a few more minutes. Neither were sure if they were breathing anymore. All that mattered was the climax of the piece.
A tiny cut formed on the side of his face. He grinned as he wiped the glob of blood away with a bandaged finger.
“Not bad for a punk.”
“Nice moves for a blonde.”
Sora’s grin widened, he felt the electri
Know Your Limits“There’s just one more!”Know Your Limits1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This