Dragon In Yellowstone *Revised*The men that held back the crowd were a mixture of army reserve from this world and officers from Centauri’s dimensional patrol. They were all clearly uncomfortable standing between a mob and a giant lizard, but the men from Centauri looked like they felt far more prepared to handle the situation. These officers held simple metal-like rods that seemed almost nonthreatening next to the army’s security shields and guns. This seemed no matter to them, as members of the crowd tried to move forward, they held the metallic rods outward and pointed towards the offenders. It was an effective action, few tried to pass through their ranks and those who did seemed to hit a sort of force field. The Centaurians held looks of contempt upon their faces. Some individuals claimed the visitors thought themselves superior to the inhabitants of this dimension, and they did little to discredit these allegations.Dragon In Yellowstone *Revised*5 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The beast gave a throaty challenge that was more of a deep rumbling moan than a roa
The 12 days of Mario KartWario: "Since Wario's the Greatest, Wario will start". "On the first day of Gameplay, Wario Kart gave to me. A blue shell from a Yoshi." "Dog Damn it Yoshi!"The 12 days of Mario Kart3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Toad: "On the Second day of Gameplay, Mario Kart gave to me. Two lightning shocks and a blue shell from a Yoshi"
Funky Kong: "On the Third day of Gameplay, Mario Kart gave to me. Three super stars, two lightning shocks, and a blue shell from a Yoshi"
Luigi: "On the Fourth day of Gameplay, Mario Kart gave to me, Four Bullet Bills, Three super stars, two lightning shocks, and a blue shell from a Yoshi".
Mario: "On the Fifth day of Gameplay, Mario Kart gave to me, Rainbow Road, (Luigi: Mario!) Four Bullet Bills, Three super stars, two lightning shocks, and a blue shell from a Yoshi Mamma Mia!".
Bowser: "On the Sixth day of Gameplay, Mario Kart gave to me, Six deadly red shells, Rainbow Road, four Bullet Bills, Three super stars, Two lightning shocks, and a blue shell from a Yoshi".
Princess Peach: "On the Seventh day of Gameplay, Mar
Perfect PearAt long last I found them. The one set of clothes I'd been dreaming of. Since coming to terms with my...sexuality, and discovering the existence of such a wardrobe, I've wanted them. After saving up for years and searching through every online enchanted clothing store, I was at long last able to buy my own. After two weeks, they arrived at my front door.Perfect Pear5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tearing off the packaging, I laid out the fitted white long-sleeve t-shirt and snug black leggings on the bed. Eager to get started, I read over the instructions:
"Slip on the clothing, making sure everything is adjusted correctly. The clothes will shape themselves to your frame and grow as you do. As with all weight gain, you must eat for it to occur. Even small snacks will cause growth, but for best results consume large amounts. The more you wear the clothes, the more you will grow. Any and all weight gain achieved with these enchanted garments cannot be reversed by any means (including magic), so be sure this is the right path for
Wings.Wings.Wings.5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
By Tom Burgess.
Ever since I was a child I’ve wanted to fly. I didn’t want to fly in a plane or a rocket ship, not a helicopter or with a jetpack, I wanted to fly with wings. As a kid I used to run around with capes on when the wind was really strong outside and try to feel like I was in the air. Running around with a cape wasn’t enough, I needed more desperately. There wasn’t much freedom in my childhood, pretending to fly was the most fun I could have. What’s a kid to do? Unfortunately what I did was grow up. No more capes, no more wind, fantasies faded away into silly memories, but the seed was planted. It was always there, now that I look back on it. I never truly let go of my dream.
A child has to grow up at some point, it’s not just a matter of maturing to be desirable; it’s a matter of survival. If you can’t let go of the childish ambitions holding you down, how are you ever going to fly? Surely I wasn’t the most stabl
Little John I walked in the door and immediately was tackled by my nieces and nephew. “Uncle Johnny, Uncle Johnny!” they were all shouting. I picked up the little girls and marched into the house, plopping down on the couch as they proceeded to show me their hair, dollies, and the kitchen play set they had in the corner.Little John11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Johnny?” My nephew Stanley asked, “can we play with your doggy again? You promised!”
My sister Christine walked into the room. “John, you’d better not!”
“Mommy, please?” Stanley asked. “I wanna see the doggy!”
“Yeah,” Alissa, the older niece, said, “We could take care of a doggy for a little bit.”
“Yeah, Mommy please?” Stanley asked. “Can we have a doggy play with us tonight? Please!”
Autumn DayShe lounged fireside beneath her favorite throw, basking in the birth of autumn. Raising a glass of warm cider to her lips, she sighed and lazily reached to scratch her tabby cat beneath the chin. “It’s a good day to read, isn’t it?” she said. He blinked slowly and purred back at her. “I thought so.” She took another sip of cider and opened her book to the familiar scent of crisp paper and the anticipation of another page.Autumn Day14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A Moment of WeaknessDown in the Southern reaches of Thanalan, night could be as bright as day. While the ground would be covered in gloom, the clear sky held innumerable stars, almost filling their black canvas to capacity. This light cause ghostly shafts to flit about the desert dust, many of the creatures glistening and wafting about like ghosts to the untrained eye. But not Tahni, no. She knew the tricks of the light. She knew the way the patterns of light and shadow could destroy depth perception at night. She knew.A Moment of Weakness1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was because she knew that the peiste had no chance. It wandered into the ruins, where the huntress had slain it in a moment and dragged it's carcass into a dark corner. There it met it's predecessors--many creatures, bones, and dust that had been killed and stripped dry. The huntress had been out for hours now; her kills were all swift, though most had been the lovely Amalj'aa of Zaha'rak. Those were so...so fun. They didn't know how to respond to a miqo'te crawling up on their shoulder
Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 52 I shoved my hands into my coat's pockets and kicked at some of the small rocks on the ground. "So, while they work on that, you want to go somewhere warmer? Maybe get something to eat or something?" I asked.Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 521 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She looked over at me, an uncertain look on her face. "What, like a date?"
"No, no. Not a date, just-"
"Are you seriously hitting on me right now?"
"What? No! I'm not hitting on you!" I could feel my ears getting warm, and it wasn't from the cutting air. "With how short that skirt you're wearing is, I figured you'd want to get out of the winter wind."
"You looking or something?" I was about to respond again, but she held her hand up, stopping me. "You know it's really sick and twisted to get the hots for an alternate universe, genderbent version of yourself. Like, so sick."
I scoffed, adjusting my glasses. "I do not have the hots for you. To be honest, you look like you c
Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 51 Grabbing the pipe off the ground next to him, he charged forward, the piece of metal in his hand grinding across the hard, stone floor and sending sparks into the air, illuminating the room just enough to guide him to his target. Planting his foot firmly on the ground, he swung the blunt object forward, finally making use of those once-purposeless baseball lessons he had been forced into when he was younger.Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 511 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As if on cue, the lights switched on the moment he made contact. Things seemed to move in slow-motion from that point. His opponent's face distorted as he forced his weapon forward, with spittle, blood, and teeth flying in the opposite direction. The world returned to normal when contact ceased and the other man finally hit the floor. He stood slightly hunched over, breathing heavily and watching the other man struggle to catch his breath. Instead, only gurgling came out, followed by streams of blood running down either side of his mouth.
the first thanksgivingthe first thanksgiving1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“At the first Thanksgiving, they didn't eat turkey, but instead ate dogs, cats, and even a slave.”
“You’re making that up!”
“Nope, it’s all here in the history book.”
“Yeah, seems like they weren't giving thanks for an abundance of food but instead they were thankful they had any food at all.”
“Let’s get out of here,” said the little alien, “this planet is messed up.”
NaNoWriMo excerpt (B)“Shush, just look up and wait.” He could hear the smile in her voice.NaNoWriMo excerpt (B)1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Wait for what?” He asked.
“I don’t know, but I can feel it coming.”
Suddenly a star streaked across the sky. She gasped, pointing towards the heavens. Seconds later another followed. Soon it was as if the entire universe was dancing as the lights flew across the darkened sky and dazzled the two children. The distant bell called the hour, once, twice, three times. But it couldn’t reach them, as they were captivated by the show that God himself had created for them.
“I wonder why they do that.” She whispered.
“Sometimes I don’t want to wonder. Sometimes I just want to believe that things exist to be beautiful.” He sighed. “You are lucky, Chenoa. You didn’t have someone else write your destiny for you. You could be like that and just fly away. I’m not. I’m like a star, bound to my station, and left to fade into the bac
.:Say The Name:.He just couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t like the nights before, it wasn’t the nightmares of the past anymore that were keeping him up. It was more just not being tired or not wanting to sleep that Alex used as a reason to stay awake on his own empty bedside and pace around the room every once in a while..:Say The Name:.2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He felt more comfortable with himself while he was on the move for whatever reason. Maybe it kept his mind running so that he would be aware of his surroundings enough and not bump into things, so he didn’t have a chance to fall too deep into his thoughts and make such a mess around himself that Alex would wake up the whole house. He felt like he had bothered Jael about stuff already enough, the man had his own problems and his brother to deal with as well, he didn’t need Alex with all of his insomnia problems into his already messed up life to make things even more stressful and complicated.
Maybe he should get co
Six-word story #2From sleep she awoke, still dreaming.Six-word story #22 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Just a DreamShe awoke with a start; heart pounding, sweat dabbing at her forehead, breath coming out in short, uneven gasps. It was just a dream, she thought. It’s always just a dream.Just a Dream2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was never just a dream.
It was 2:16 in the morning. Across town, young adults were still partying. Even if the pounding beat of the clubs died down and the bouncers kicked them out, they would carry on, the smell of alcohol following them faithfully around town. In her own neighbourhood, the streets were quiet. Filled with families and elderly couples, each house had turned in for the night. The lights were dark, the inhabitants sleeping and dreaming peacefully.
Partiers and dreamers. Neither act really appealed to her. So instead, she walked.
She walked down the stairs; past her worn mother, asleep on the couch. She walked out the door; a shiver voiced her skin’s complaints at the sudden change in temperature. She hadn’t thought to grab a coat.
She walked down the street
FE: November 14: Kina Raishi Raishi ran the track at Kina's side today, co-teaching with her. The Dual Class had gotten smaller after a few graduates had left to study abroad but the ones who were here were making up for it by putting in the extra work. Kina worked them hard, she knew what some of them would face.FE: November 14: Kina Raishi2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A lot of them complained when she'd started these runs in the middle of the day at the hottest desert heat. Nurses on standby for heat stroke and the like. At first he thought it was a bad idea and was with the ones saying it was asking for trouble. She looked him dead on and said “We already did.” Then she started implementing the questions.
In the middle of the run she'd start shouting out questions, math, history, strategy, science, just anything at all. She'd jump from topic to topic to make matters worse and by the end of the run she'd know who had how many points and which questions they'd gotten wrong.
When The Cat KnocksWelcome back – please, sit down, take the weight off your feet, have some tea. I was just having a conversation with an old friend, and fixing up to call on her in her home at some point.When The Cat Knocks2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I guess that’s one of the reasons I like to do home visits for security consultations and the like – I want to meet people and help them, as opposed to my younger days, when I wanted to meet people and take their valuables. That did not mean I did not get to know them as well – take, for example, the Chelsea housewife I met in the early eighties.
It was at the height of the Sloane ranger movement, and this particular ground floor flat belonged to a scion of that movement. She was in her PR job that morning, so I decided to break in and relieve her debt burden somewhat. Entering the flat was easy enough, as I slipped into the front door as someone else came out, and then picked the lock.
What I had not figured on was the fact she was a bit more organised
How Does He Do It?He won't stop eating.How Does He Do It?2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
All day, every day. He raids the kitchen, jiggly arms filled with chips and cakes and pies and ice cream. Takes it all to his arm chair in the den and sits down. Tears into the packets without mercy and begins to shovel it all in. Does he even stop to chew? He just keeps forcing it all in until every morsel has gone. Then he sits back and falls asleep.
By this time, his belly is swollen. He looks like a pregnant woman about to pop. Big and round, protruding forwards almost unnaturally, it causes his t-shirt to rid up and hangs out over his boxers. Even his soft muffin top has bloated, appearing bigger than it's ever looked. It's a wonder he can fit so much food in.
He sleeps for only an hour, before pouring through the kitchen for any last scraps. Finding none, he dresses in too-small clothes and waddles to his car, augmented backside swaying heavily with each step. Somehow, he squeezes behind the wheel of his pick-up and heads off to every take-away joint within
Family games timeYeah, Steve told me about what he did that afternoon, and it made me think about one of the visits I’d made before we headed over here. I’d picked up a few things about planning from him, and this particular home near me had caught my eye a few weeks ago, when I saw the mum bringing in some very expensive looking items from her car.Family games time2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I found out she ran a fashion boutique in town, and she lived with her eleven and ten year old daughters – no man about the house, which was a help to someone like me. So I decided to pay them a visit on the Sunday before we flew out. I spent the time learning their names – the mum was Tammy, and her daughters Nikki and Anna.
So I drove round to their house on the Sunday, parking my car a few streets away and walking along the street. I had a black leather biker’s jacket over a roll neck sweater, tight leggings and knee length leather boots, with a small grey rucksack on my back, containing everything I
Of Connery“Jay, did you know that knuckle bones have been used for a children’s throwing game since Greek times?” Connery remarked, fiddling with some knuckle bones of his own. “Of course, they were sheep’s knuckles, not human ones like the ones I have here.” When he received no response, Connery continued on. “There were different throws with different names, but the most common one involves throwing one knuckle up in the air, grabbing another one on a nearby table with the same hand and then catching the thrown one before it hits the ground. Sound like a fun activity to you?”Of Connery2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yet again, no answer. Connery looked up from his knuckle bones and wore an irritated expression as he watched Jay and the rest of the Squad struggling with the mutant bear. Bryan went flying past him as the gargantuan beast swatted him aside. It seemed to have fireproof fur, somehow – Jay’s fire wasn’t really having an effect. Amy wasn’t enlarging Mis
The VisitThe Visit2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Here we go again.
Magnus Pariah descended the stairs with a smile on his face. The evening was promising a storm, and the knock at his door meant that there would be some fun to be had. It had been a long time since he’d last entertained a guest and he would admit that he’d been growing restless. Putting on his best, most welcoming smile, he took hold of the door and pulled it open.
“Good evening. May I help yo – erk!”
The words he’d spoken so many times before suddenly died on his lips. His eyes widened, face paling even more than usual.
But if anything, the couple standing at his doorstep looked even more shocked.
A man and a woman, both with greying hair and more wrinkles than he remembered. The woman’s hair was creamy blonde, tied back in a tight bun. The man was a brunette whose hair would no longer hold the quiff he had worn in his youth. Behind them at an angle on the driveway was a car with smoke gently rising from the bonnet.