IlluminationILLUMINATION by Patrick McEvoyIllumination3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Strung up on trees.
Hung on lampposts.
Decorated on windows.
Designed in different formats.
Beckoning us forth.
The winter months.
Cold and maybe desolate.
Above and around sights.
Physicality meeting spirituality.
Inside, what sparks?
Something to spur us on.
Something to reach high.
In the season.
And any other time.
KissStrawberry and mint;Kiss12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Inked Admirations I could write on *your skin how much I admire *you, but I would run out of ink. When that happens I would take a syringe, fill it with my words, and shoot it into *your veins. *You would be high off me for days. After *you'd come off it, *you would be confused, disoriented. I would be right there with *you, not leaving *your side. Telling *you I loved *you, telling *you it was going to be okay. At that moment, all of my words inside of *you, *you shook and I held *you. I, myself, began to tremble at all the confessions of lust and the need and the cravings I have for *you. The shaking from *you has not ceased. I gather myself because *you need me then. I grab *your hand. *You sigh, and with a trembling voice ask me, "Why?" I look at *you and I reply, "Because if I didn't do it, *you would never know." *You growl, just enough to let me hear *you. "How long? How long have you felt these feelings for me?" I put my hand on *your leg. "From the beginning."Inked Admirations 18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Nice OneThe wind outside howled against the windows of the castle but they could not break in and ruin the warmth of its current occupants. Other than the servants, only four people were in the castle at the moment, Mary Emma, the princess, Marco, the princess's boyfriend and personal bodyguard, Baylee, Mary Emma's female servant and best friend, and Toby, Marco's twin brother and Baylee's boyfriend. Mary Emma was sprawled out on a sofa, using her laptop, Marco and Baylee were locked in an intense game of Phase 10 and Toby was in a chair near the Christmas tree, his attention absorbed by a book. Just as Marco lost the current round of Phase 10, Mary Emma said, "Aw man...."The Nice One19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Baylee frowned. "I thought you were rooting for me, in which case you should be happy Marco lost that round."
"That's not what I was talking about," Mary Emma replied. "I did this quiz thing online found out I'm on Santa's naughty list. It says 'Santa's been watching you Mary Emma, and right now you have a very large coal mi
DustHe knelt in the dust, and remembered days gone by.Dust1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The fine powder of the ground fell from his fingers as he lifted a handful to his eyes. He looked into it, and saw fear, despair, and loss.
He closed his eyes, and in the depths of his tattered soul found the strength to forge fear into anger, one last time.
He let the dust fall as he stood. A long and weary road he had trod to reach this point, and thus a long and weary man he was. Lanky and hollow-eyed, with a sharp hawk’s face whose edge travel had not dulled utterly, he unfolded long limbs and stretched, standing almost proud with his back near-straight. His lined and faded eyes narrowed as he contemplated the horizon of the dusty plain, a long-fingered hand shielding his gaze from the hungry sun. The gentle incline stretched a long way ahead, the crest of that low hill seeming the edge of existence.
He took a long draught from his waterskin, set his staff in the ground and walked on.
The sun arced slowly across the sky as cr
Playing the Innocent (a tickle story)Please Note: This is my first story on dA, and it also contains tickling and bondage so if you don't like that sort of thing, please don't read it. Thank you!Playing the Innocent (a tickle story)1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Playing the Innocent
Her muffled, melodic laughter could just be heard as I stepped through the doorway.
Before me I saw a gorgeous blonde lying on the bed at the far end of the room, thrashing her head, pulling at her wrist restraints at the headboard and trying to kick her legs to break free of her ankle restraints.
I saw my colleague, Jamie, tickling her upper body quite frantically, and I saw him flitting his fingers around the girl's belly button, then he glided up her stomach and then he parted his hands to tickle both of her sides, and she was writhing ferociously.
I smiled and walked towards her, and she briefly turned her head as she heard my footsteps on the cold, concrete floor, but she quickly turned away again to resume her struggle.
I walked over to her bedside by her head and l
Joyful Brown eyes settle on crystal blue creases. Alley is always smiling.Joyful1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Oooh my gosh, how long has it been?!" Alley squeals as she locks Joy in a spine-bending embrace.
"Two weeks," Joy wheezes, yet to be released from the blonde's grip. They sway from side to side, Alley's head pressed against Joy's shoulder. To Alley, two weeks is a decade.
"Toooo long," she moans, finally removing herself from Joy's personal bubble. They regain eye contact once again. Joy smiles, causing Alley's smile to somehow widen further.
"So, how've you been?" Joy asks, motioning for Alley to follow her into the house. Alley immediately flops over onto the couch, diving into stories about boys, clothes, food, boys, scandalous celebrities, boys, and a job at the mall.
"Oh my GOD, Joy. Have you seen the new guy?" she asks, finally giving Joy the floor.
Alley's turn again.
"He has the most gorgeous this, and the most muscley that and blah bl
Dystopia I lost track of time long ago. The only indication of the short time I have left is the sinking sun. I don’t care. I’m where I belong, for now. The grass is soft beneath my fingers as I lean back, breeze twirling my hair between its hands like a lover enamoured with the very thought of even brushing me. My feet hang over the edge of the sheer cliff, swinging as if running towards its own adventure into the forest scrawled out below. Flora and fauna shift restlessly, busily trying to get in the last bit of work before relenting to those more nocturnal in nature.Dystopia2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There is no more smoke, no more factories, no more suffocating, abrasive chemicals now. There is no room for something like that to destroy Earth, to worry us. There is only room for cultivation, meditation of the mind, and communication. These are seemingly basic needs at this point, not pitiless fighting over inconsequential things like water. It is given when it is n
Adi #2: I Seem To Have Broken This One The drunken man sitting beside Adi was progressively becoming more aggressive with Maria. He was trying to grab her arm while slurring profanities. He’d been doing this for as long as Eric and Adi had been sitting at the bar.Adi #2: I Seem To Have Broken This One2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At this point Eric had noticed Adi become quiet and glance at the man multiple times; more specifically eyeing the man’s had placed on the table. Adi’s actions made Eric nervous; Maria had let them stay at her inn for free while Adi recovered and he didn’t want any trouble. But Adi seemed to be prone to trouble.
Adi took another bite of his food, and then began to wipe his fork off with his sleeve. The drunken bastard next to him was becoming a bit too much for him to handle. He glanced at the man’s hand again; it was resting uncomfortably close to Adi while the man hounded Maria.
“You couldn’t take any longer on that drink, could you?” he slurred, “You need a man around here to slap
One More Holiday Day four of the frightening silence was passing through the house. It found Dahlia in the spare room, her legs up on the grey couch and her face turned towards the window and the darkness of the outside world. She’d spent almost all of the past week like this; every bit of time that the house spent in silence, she spent staring out of that window, her fingers stroking the soft fabric of the couch.One More Holiday2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tonight was different though. It had a different taste and feel to it. Dahlia didn’t search for any meaning in that. She might’ve forgotten that she wasn’t alone in the chilly house. Either way the slight squeaking of the leather arm chair in the corner of the room made her jump. She inhaled sharply and turned her head quickly, her eyes narrowed for whoever dared to intrude on her sanctuary. Those eyes rested on a little girl. She wasn’t any older than thirteen, and no younger tha
to set a trapto set a trap2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“This ought to catch the little bastard,” says Caleb, baiting the trap with peanut butter and rat poison.
“I said I didn't want you to hurt the mouse. I wanted a humane trap,” says Diane.
“Yeah, what for? So we can let it go? Stupid mouse deserves it. Besides, it’d probably get eaten anyway.”
Diane fumes, but Caleb ignores her. He opens the fridge and grabs a yogurt.
“OK,” says Diane. “How would you like it if someone poisoned your food? Put rat poison in your yogurt?”
Caleb pauses, spoon in his mouth. He looks at his yogurt, then wolfs it down with a grin.
“Eh, I probably have it coming too.”
A Game for TwoThe light from the fireplace cast a cheery glow over the orphanage’s common room, setting the shadows of the game pieces dancing across the surface of the round board in front of Fear-Not. She squinted at the pieces scattered around the wedge of the board closest to her, trying to visualize the movements of each piece as she considered her next action.A Game for Two2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
These were her soldiers, Dahlia had explained when she brought the Ankiro set on her first visit. Her warriors. This gambit of appealing to Fear-Not's martial upbringing was ridiculously transparent, and she had been prepared to sit in cold silence for the entirety of the afternoon to show the other woman that she wouldn’t suffer being manipulated like the child she no longer was. But when Dahlia had laid out the engraved wooden board, polished to a honeyed sheen, and the three sets of intricately carved tokens, her curiosity had flared despite herself.
The Wardens did not make room for games in their
howell x tourist!reader: day trip, part 1.The wait was worth the excitement. Hickory and smoke filled the crisp air, but it didn't fog your happy mood. You shielded your eyes from the shining sun, above the clear skies, confirmed a good sign. The tall buildings heightened like forest trees, you then surveyed lower. Your sight lined upon the busy crowd, people going about their own plans. "There's the street." You said aloud, brisking your step to the awaiting spot. Now today was a special day. Holding onto the list of things to do, arms stretched out in front, you gave it one good look and nodded, assured your day without troubles. This arranged date between you and your indulging delight spun your toes in one twirl on the cobblestones' street where the tour will begin -- interrupted.howell x tourist!reader: day trip, part 1.2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The hard fall began a clumsy introduction. Your bagged things escaped your grasp. Quickly gathering your personal belongings: wallet, papers, pen, journal, you finally gazed up from your prat fall.
Already now, you can feel judgement as seconds f
PhotographyHe loved nothing more than capturing the world on his digital camera. A quick press on the tiny button could make a fleeting moment last an eternity. He could hold time in his hands and freeze every perfect instance, immortalizing its beauty. Every still frame held a story within, and nothing brought him more pride than when he recalled each detail with vivid clarity.Photography2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No two pictures were ever the same – he knew that when a moment passed, it was gone forever. There was no second chance of the same scene. The same circumstances. The same feelings and actions. So he did his best to commit every special scene to memory.
The world was its most beautiful when he saw it through the lens. Magical, it all was! The way all the colors blended and contrasted with one another. The way he would move, ever so slightly, and the world shifted its focus on something new. It awed him how a tiny glass window could enhance what he saw with his own two eyes.
He never called himself a photographer. He
(Likely Not) My Last FarewellI laid atop your grave, staring up at the clouds above and wondered where you had gone. Is there a place called “heaven,” where families reunite and all sins forgiven? Do you hear me when I weep, or reach to you on the nights I cannot sleep? Is time different now, now that you’ve shed this mortal foil and silver thread clipped? Did you find your wings and spread, unfurled and upward ascend? Do you recall how desperately I cried on the night you lay before me and died? I told you everything would be alright, I only hope I didn’t lie. And now you’re gone, and I only wish I knew… “where”….(Likely Not) My Last Farewell2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It isn’t fair. I should have had another twenty years to call you “mom,” to call you when all seemed lost. I should have had more time to spend, and bridges to mend. But I did, I did, when you neared the end, put all else aside. I spent a week in that hospital, not eating, not sleeping, not really, just waiting for the end.
UntitledThere was a crash in the corridor and she started, throwing the coverlet off as she sat up in the bed, glancing around her in confusion. Falconer rubbed a hand across her eyes, yawning and stumbled over to the door, opening it. Young, respectable women didn’t venture out of their rooms at night but curiosity drove her to the source of the commotion.Untitled2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her father and two of the household guards were struggling with a fourth figure. Falconer raised the small lantern she held, casting light in a wider circle. None of the men appeared to take notice of her yet. Until the boy rolled, bringing his knee up into the crotch of one of the men. The man cursed, curling up into a tight ball as he gripped the sensitive part of himself.
The boy was on his feet and darting for the front door before the remaining two could catch hold of him. Falconer gaped, dropping the light. What she’d taken for deformity of his back wasn’t. He had wings.
His eyes landed on her and she froze, caught i
Mr. Ribbit ExplodedIt was a day like any other, until my pet frog exploded. And it wasn't my fault! Well, not really. Margie told me that frogs turn into princes when princesses kiss them, and since I'm not a princess I would never have a prince. I told Margie that she isn't a princess neither, but Margie said she was, and I wasn't! Everyone knows sisters of princesses are princesses, but Margie doesn't, and Margie thinks she knows everything.Mr. Ribbit Exploded3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So, when Margie was at school I kissed Mr. Ribbit. But nothing happened! But Margie says she didn't lie, and that frogs are really princes, and that I just did it wrong. So I asked Margie to kiss Mr. Ribbit, but she wouldn't, because she says frogs are gross, and that her prince wasn't going to be a frog! So I asked her how she kisses boys, and Margie said that she doesn't kiss boys, that boys are gross. I know that boys have cooties, but I know that Margie kisses boys.
So, Margie says that she doesn't kiss boys, but said her friend Aimee kisses boys all the time.
Household StandoffNick tilted his head; an expression of confusion briefly visited his face. He sat up from where he’d been leaning to against the wall and pulled one ear of his headphones off; the DnB music filtered weakly through the air, distorting what else the house offered. It sounded like… screams. Abruptly, Nick tore off his headphones and sat bolt upright – his mother and sister were screaming.Household Standoff3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He started out of bed, but then paused and pulled his cell phone out. He dialed 911, waited for the call to come through – there were men’s voices downstairs, his family’s shouts weren’t coherent yet – and then the calm, controlled voice,
“911, what is your emergency?”
“Yes, hello. I’m upstairs in my bedroom, my family is shouting downstairs and I hear at least one male voice that I don’t recognize. They don’t know I’m here.”
“Understood. What is your name and address?”
“I’m Nick, and w
Wroodle 4Ashley leaned on the fence looking out across the field that spread beneath him. He was sure that summer had come early this year. The green freshness of spring was already disappearing from the crops, as they began to mature in the warming sunlight. Further into the distance, other fields were also changing their palette to that of hazy summer days. A cooling breeze blew up the hillside, picking up a little dust, and rustling the recently unfurled leaves in the trees that lined the field. Ashley screwed up his eyes, and waited for the airborne grit to pass.Wroodle 43 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The lower field, which was flatter, was fallow. Ashley was planning to grew brassicas there next year, knowing that they'd grow better in the rested soil, especially if it had been well fertilised. Ashley had asked George to take the spreader to the field today, since the weather was dry, and the rain wouldn't wash away the manure straight away. George was towing the spreader cautiously. There was a sense of fullness. He was full o