Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 47 When I opened my eyes, I immediately knew where I was. The plainly decorated room. The clean walls and curtains. The... ugh, smell. Always hated that smell. Took me to the edge of a panic every time I noticed it. You'd think with how often I woke up in the hospital, I'd be used to it by now, but no. I am most certainly not used to it. And honestly, I don't think I ever will.Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 477 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I went to move my right arm, finding that it would only move so much. Looking down, I found myself handcuffed to the railing on the side of the bed, the two pieces of metal clattering loudly as I pulled on it. I had to admit, that was a new one. Only a minor inconvenience, though. I had to angle myself uncomfortably to reach down and unscrew the rail. Best way I've found to pull a pair of handcuffs off a pole shaped object. Yeah, just... Don't ask.
Finally free, I went to stand up and immediately fell to the tiled floor. I could feel my legs, but I just couldn't move
I believe now. [Contest Entry]" Watch as the ghouls dance in glee, and the dead rise to be free.I believe now. [Contest Entry]10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They'll eat you up if you're not careful, so beware for it's Halloween! "
It was always normal for children to fear the unknown, the dark and those that were amongst that category. Though, this young boy was not afraid of them, nor did he actually believe their existence in total-- being a scientific thinker, the concept of ghosts never did make sense to the young child.
Needless to say, this child-- Carmine, found the happenings of Halloween to be anything but logical to him. Why did they celebrate such an odd holiday? What was the purpose of this holiday to mankind, after all? And this tradition of trick or treat never failed to puzzle him as well. Such an odd event was something that he was not bothered to attend-- neither did he actually bother to leave his house.
.. Though, a young girl of his age and whose company was rather pleasant to the boy certainly thought otherwise, with how she was once
Memory Remember that day we sat in the open field? No? Well I must have been alone, thinking of you. I remember your presence there. The field went on for miles and miles, becoming a blur of brown, sienna, yellow ochre. When I stared at it for too long, I lost my balance in the waving grasses. I had to find the tree to right myself again. One lone stubby tree in a million miles of dreaming field.Memory16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember the light coming from the left somewhere, because it struck the tree in a most magnificent manner. Its shadow stretched long and thin, finally fading into blurry little fingers. I don’t know the brand of tree it was, it was unfamiliar to me. Short, stubby, gnarly trunked, with large bushy leaves over little pods. Well actually, the pods and everything else must have been bigger than I remember. I was a very long way from the tree.
The sky was malevolent blue that day, with long rust-and- grey clouds sweeping sideways across it. A thin strip of pink on the horizon ga
Fiery memory'sThere it was. Sitting there, staring at me with its cold grey eyes. Well, that's if graves had eyes. Engraved in the cold marble was my name, Anne Smith. My mother was on her knees in a calf long black dress with a lace veil over her face, almost to shield her from more pain. "Loving daughter and sister" the priest states. I can hear the voices in my head whisper, well that's not true. They were right. I was a terrible person. It was me that burned the house down, and watched whilst father got the blame. I remember the incident as if it was yesterday... I could hear mother and father talking, well more like shouting. About how I was an accident and how it was mothers fault they did not simply give me away to an orphanage, how we were barely scraping by. I was only 5, But still I could understand that they did not want me. So I rushed in to ther chambers and silently took the matches out of the counter draw. With hot tears running down my face I struck 3 matches. 3 matches that changedFiery memory's17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Bys: Gawk“That was a nice dip!” Lucy gushed as she walked barefoot out of the guild pool’s changing rooms for the ladies. Levy couldn’t have agreed more as she followed Lucy, Erza, Juvia and Cana down the hallway that separated the men’s changing rooms from the women’s before entering the pool area. It is the middle of summer which means blistering heat is everywhere. More shaved ice, almost frozen drinks and water is consumed to the point of inhalation.Bys: Gawk18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Happy to have the sweat and grime washed away from her skin, Levy pressed the fluff of her damp towel against her cheek.
“Ladies,” greeted a deep, amused voice to their left. All the girls chimed a hello to Pantherlilly as he jogged by them with a towel and some hair ties in his arms. Since she is in the back of the pack, Levy glanced over her shoulder to smile at the Exceed.
Standing in the doorway of the men’s side stood an almost naked Gajeel. An innocent white towel hung lim
The World As It IsIn a cold, dark prison cell a once young and beautiful woman sat staring out the single window she’d been granted. She looked at the leafless branches on the trees outside and the gray grass of the dying fields around her lonely prison. She could see the now familiar feeling of death and despair in everything she looked at. She remembered a day when the world around her held an air of magic and perfection, a day when she was the definition of grace and beauty, but in more recent times she was finding it harder and harder to remember those happy days.The World As It Is22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was only one of many, but she felt as if she were the one and only to be confined to that prison for what was once a truly just use of her powers. She found herself once again telling her story to the walls around her as she gazed at the never forgotten world outside.
I was young and naïve… You see, the world was a happy place it seemed, that’s how I wanted it. That’s how I made it. But the people…
Kin of the EarthBrittle golden leaves flutter atop the ever aging tree as it sways in the frigid autumn air. Its bark is wrinkled like the skin of the aged, the many bumps and ridges now home to scuttling insects. The thick oak tree rises up, its branches raised skyward as if they were the hands of a believer, begging for the golden rays of hope before they fade. And although upon it no apples grow it, beckons just the same, tempting each person who passes beneath its cool shade to steal from themselves a moment and ease under its canopy.Kin of the Earth1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The arms of the tree groan and sigh when turbulent winds rustle its dying leaves, often banishing them to the ground and away from heaven’s light. It breathes life, this tree which stands so tall, towering over all else. It is a kin to the Earth and like the Earth, it gives life and a home to its inhabitants. Like the Earth it gives sustenance.
As the winter approaches, the green leaves continue to turn into hues of golden, red and orange. They become reflectio
Am LebenLass mich los.Am Leben1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lass mich fallen in die tiefschwarze Nacht.
Ich habe meine eigenen Flügel um zu fliegen.
Ich brauche die deinen nicht.
Mein Herz hat lange nicht geschlagen. Dein Puls hielt uns beide am Leben. Jetzt ist es an der Zeit, wieder aufzuwachen. So viele Jahre im Schlafe verbracht, wie hinter einer Mauer aus miteinander fest verwobenen Zeitfäden, habe ich gewartet. Es ist genug. Es reicht nicht aus zu verharren. Ich muss fliehen. Raus aus deinem Gefängnis der Lügen. Lange habe ich deinen Worten zugehört, obwohl ich sie nie glaubte. Aber selbst das schönste Kartenhaus stürzt in sich zusammen, wenn ein Staubkorn darauf hinab fällt.
Das Staubkorn. Es war plötzlich da, riss mich aus dem Tiefschlaf und berührte mein kaltes Herz. Jetzt brennt es lichterloh und ich muss fort.
Ich muss in die Nacht.
Ich muss scheinen.
In deiner dunklen Umarmung werde ich verglühen. Ich muss nach draußen an die Luft, als helle Flamme dem Himmel
Big Loud SongI am not smart. I do not understand poetry. I am usually by myself and do not understand people. I have no willpower. I have nothing pressing on me. I pay attention to my thoughts and the muscles in my head and my breath as I walk to class. I do not enjoy class and I try not to pay attention. I log into facebook and like things in my news feed. I feel less capable than the people sitting around me. I sit in the back row so no one can see how few notifications I have. I am beginning to feel self-conscious about not looking fashionable and clean. I want to look fashionable and clean so people will think I am an adult. I am not an adult. I am a child in a man’s body. I feel less in control of my emotions than the people I know. I come to irrational conclusions and nitpick my surroundings for evidence to support them, because I do not have the willpower to do research. Blood flows to my heBig Loud Song1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So Many Empires Rose and FellOnce upon a time there was nothing. Then a tiny atom appeared. Then so many things happened. You just wouldn’t believe how many things. You just couldn’t imagine how many things. The number of things that happened was greater than one million, not even in the same ballpark as a million even, in fact, even greater than the greatest number that anyone has given a name to, which is Google.So Many Empires Rose and Fell1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Now, I know when I say Google you inevitably think about the thing you go to to search for stuff, but Google is also the name of this aforementioned very large number which is even bigger than a million, and even bigger than a million millions, even, in fact, existing in a ballpark that is nowhere near the ball park a million millions is in.
So, my point is made: lots of things have taken place. Numerous events have occurred. A multiplicity of happenings have happened. Seas of happenings. Oceans of happenings. Little happening
xxxxxxxxiiiiiiiixxxxxxxxiiiiiiiixxxxxxxxiiiiiiiiJeffrey was in the habit of chanting “xxxxxxxxiiiiiiiixxxxxxxxiiiiiii” under his breath when he was alone He thought it was weird. Luckily, for Jeffrey’s personality type, weird equaled cool. He chanted “xxxxxxxxiiiiiiii” on and off over a period of 6 months when he was 26 years old, living with a girlfriend.xxxxxxxxiiiiiiiixxxxxxxxiiiiiiiixxxxxxxxiiiiiiii1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A month after he started chanting, he told his new friend Alex about it over dinner. Alex didn’t appear impressed with Jeffrey’s revelation. To him it was a weird story, and, to Alex, weird did not equal cool. After that night’s poor debut, Jeffrey decided to keep “xxxxxxxxxiiiiiiii” a secret. He liked that he chanted “xxxxxxxxiiiiiiii” to himself in secret. Perhaps one day he would use his secret chant in a book. To him, a person chanting “xxxxxxxxiiiiiiii” was one of those totally weird, yet totally believable details that grabbed peopl
A Change in Adventures - Part 1 “Do we have to set traps?” Evelyn asks, frowning as her older brother ties the last knot. He tests the tension of the line, and after finding it unsatisfying, goes to fix it again.A Change in Adventures - Part 11 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Do you want dinner?” Robert asks, ignoring her as he perfects his setup. She crosses her arms over her chest.
“We can just eat what mom sent,” she argues.
“No, we can’t,” he says.
“Why not?” she asks. He stops what he’s doing to look at her. Her dress is covered in tiny pink roses and her left boot is nearly worn through at the toe. They’re his old boots and still too big for her, but their mom insisted they wear clothes that could get dirty.
“It’s not how Dad would’ve done it,” Rob replies. “We came out here to camp like Dad would’ve, remember?”
“But,” she begins to argue again.
Star Wars Gets Eaten, Followed By Other StuffLong ago, in a galaxy far, far away, two teams played a game. One team was called “The Empire.” The other team was called “The Rebel Alliance.” The game was called “Kill Everyone.” In this game, one side had to end the lives of all the opposing team’s members. Both teams belonged to civilizations that had developed interstellar travel. Therefore, much of this “Kill Everyone” game took place in outer space near a planet called Endor.Star Wars Gets Eaten, Followed By Other Stuff1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
From the perspective of a neutral observer, the battle was quite beautiful. Spacecraft soared, lasers danced, and nuclear explosions blossomed in the dark of space.
However, quite suddenly, a visitor broke the “Kill Everyone” game’s strict no visitors policy. Ripping through the star-spackled black came a hairy white paw that dwarfed the game’s largest spaceship (The Empire’s “Death Star”) by twenty times. Pil
What We Talk About When We Talk About SatanI opened the door to find a chicken on my front porch. I told Jane we'd gotten another one. She said "yay!" and jumped up and down. We rushed outside and I picked up the chicken and threw it in the driveway. Jane kicked it against the garage door. Then I kicked it against the garage door. We had a super-duper-fun time kicking the chicken against the garage door. Then we got in our Mitsubishi Eclipse and ran over the chicken. Pink Crystals of chicken-flesh stuck in the grooves of the tire. We had to clean that up. Running over the chicken sure was fun though. Jane and I got on the garage floor and ate what was left of the chicken.What We Talk About When We Talk About Satan1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"God has blessed us on this day. Praise Jesus!" said Jane
"Mmm-hmm," I said.
But then, all of a sudden, a man-sized monkey of evil fell from the sky. Jane and I got up. We got in our Sephun Sebei Kung Fu stances. The monkey was a minion of Satan, sent from the Satan
Pizza Restaurant SurpriseOne day I was sitting in a pizza restaurant reading the psychopathia sexualis and eating a giant caesar salad. I was having a good time. Normally, I disliked being alive, but I was eating then and eating has always been an erotic experience for me. But my nice erotic time morphed into an un-nice erotic time when the chicken walked in. I am terribly frightened of chickens.Pizza Restaurant Surprise1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I pretended to go to the bathroom. As I walked down the hall, I could feel the chicken's orange eyes watching me suspiciously. I stood by the doors marked "M" and "F" and got out my phone, opening up the "Words-With-Friends" app. I played the word "fa" in a game I was losing. I assume "fa" means a long long way to run. I have "The Sound of Music" to thank for teaching me that word. Thank you Sound of Music.
A woman came out of the restroom marked "F." She gave me a slightly perturbed look and walked briskly down the hall. However, when she got to
agent cagent c1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I’m here to meet Agent C,” said Dustin.
“I’m Agent C,” said a man in a blue suit.
“No, I’m Agent C” said a woman.
Every man and woman in the office stood and announced themselves as Agent C.
One of the women closest to Dustin stepped forward.
“We are all Agent C and this is—“
“Stop!” yelled Dustin, pulling a pistol from his pocket.
“You’re going to make some kind of Agent C / agency pun, aren't you?”
“Well,” said the woman, “Not now.”
The Wall, Rat, And MosquitoLate at night, with eyes fixed,The Wall, Rat, And Mosquito1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The young boy stared at the monotone,
Then, the wall shuddered,
And the Rat squealed!
"MY CHEESE! MY CHEESE! MY CHEESE!"
The Wall crackled,
"Be still and be quiet, you furry insignificance!"
"My woods are weary, and you're all hairy!"
"Be quiet and be still, if not I'll splinter you to death!"
The young boy stared at the monotone,
Waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and-
"Wiiiinnngg, Wiiiiinnnnggg, Wiiiiiiiiinnnnngggg" The mosquito looped around the boy's head.
"..." The boy vibrated for a second.
Damn, the mosquito got away.
The young boy stared at the monotone,
at a white screen, and a blinking stripe.
Initial Outbreak - June 18, 2016Myles could swear he heard his name, but it was difficult to know for sure as his ears were ringing and his vision fading in and out. He had somehow fallen to the floor on his stomach. He tried desperately to see yet every time he opened his eyes they burned and stung, forcing them to close again as water would stream down his bloodied cheeks. ‘Wait, blood? How?’ Myles lifted his hand to his face, feeling along the strong line of thick liquid covering his face, searching for the source. He stopped at his ears and felt much of the liquid pool in his hand. ‘There it is again. A sound, a voice perhaps. But just what is it saying?’Initial Outbreak - June 18, 20162 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Kadan screamed again, “Myles?!” He felt something begin to prick his eyes as his chest tightened to the point where he thought he was choking. He stopped his hurried walking and clutched at his chest. ‘I can’t breathe.’ The tears began to fall now and he was in no position to stop them. He started to feel wea
100 Themes- 019Light100 Themes- 0192 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Miriam flipped through the photos of her phone, deleting every single picture that she deemed useless now. Why keep memories of something that brought her pain, anyway?
Behind her, she could hear a group of people her age laughing and talking loudly; her grip on her phone tightened enough that her knuckles turned white. They were probably having the greatest time in the world, and what was she doing? Keeping to herself and being stuck on her phone and computer for what? She stuffed the phone back in her pocket, having deleted all her photos and all her messages. Miriam started to head towards a deli, determined to eat all her problems away. Besides, who was there to stop her? No one knew about the imaginary problems she had, about the imaginary people that caused those problems. For all she knew, they, too, were shouting to the world about their own imaginary friend.
She was long gone before they've decided to announce it, anyway. M
How going are things?[name], hey. How you are? Fine personally, am I. Very been busy, but good things are. Though brain work hard to make it's. Unsettling something away me at eats. Makes it speak hard very to.How going are things?2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Doctor hopefully, can a I go to. Make to just sure, out checked this get all. nothing knows who, it might be. Nothing probably.
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Rogue's Gallery: The Kings and Queens K.O.Rogue's Gallery: The Kings and Queens K.O.2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Kings & Queens K.O.
“Oh, I just hate this cell. It’s so damn uncomfortable.”
The Kings & Queens all sat in one cell on Sublevel 8. Due to their impressive cooperation and teamwork, they were all grouped together, and thus, their overall threat to the universe was higher. That meant that they were in a lower Sublevel, with the rest of the worse criminals.
KQ sat against the cell, sharpening his triple katanas. The other members of the Kings & Queens were sleeping. It was an odd prison, in his opinion. The sheer fact that you were not stripped of your weapons just proved how insignificant you were to the guards.
“I hate it here!” Hearts complained. “Why do we have to spend eternity cooped up in this stupid cell? There’s absolutely no privacy in here!”
“Oh, shut up already!” snarled KQ. “The Gladiator Devils have once again gotten the better of us. The only thing we can do now is accept defeat.