There Be Dragons?“Here be dragons” is what the map read. When Jack asked for more details on that area, the mapmaker simply laughed at him.There Be Dragons?39 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“It means what it says! There’s dragons out that way, that’s why nobody goes there,” he replied, still laughing. What kind of kid didn’t understand that part of the map?
“I wanna go there,” Jack answered with a grin. He’d always wanted to be an explorer.
“It was nice knowing you, kid. But here, you can have this map for free. If you make it that far, try to take some noted of the area, okay?” He picked up one of the maps that focused on the western area; it had the most details about the area of dragons.
“Thanks.” He took the map and looked it over, plotting a route to take in his head, and then folded it up and tucked it into his backpack. He waved at the mapmaker before existing to shop, departing for his journey immediately.
At first, the traveling was easy. He went from town
SarahSarah clothed herself in flame. Her hair was orange and red and yellow, left to fly free when she danced, and her fingernails shone fiery-bright. She called to mind a phoenix, an ifrit, a goddess of the sun. And she was beautiful.Sarah52 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But she was no goddess and no djinni and no flaming bird. Sarah tended bars. She spent half her days and most of her nights mixing cocktails, wiping down tables, avoiding the fingers of drunks who'd later claim they didn't know what they were doing. She wouldn't avoid their eyes: Sarah had fire in her eyes, and when she stared back at them they'd mostly leave her alone, muttering apologies and fumbling for tips.
It wasn't a bad life. But on days when the sun shone bright and Sarah danced barefoot through its beams, her flame-colored hair and clothing sparkling as they swung around behind her, she found herself wishing for more: she wanted fire in her life, something that would move and grow and change. She wanted the glow of destruction.
No one thoug
Gametime AdjustmentsNigel showed up at the football stadium after halftime, finding a seat about halfway up at the fifty yard line. The UNH Wildcats--the home team--were on a winning streak so the stadium was packed with football fans, which would make what was about to happen all the more satisfying for Nigel.Gametime Adjustments56 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
UNH was up 21 to 10, starting to give their Towson opponents a real spanking. Nigel watched UNH's offensive players take the field--specifically number 13, the quarterback: Tim Watters. Nigel knew that this game was important, that people were watching Tim to see if he was ready for the next level, the NFL.
Nigel had known Tim since they were 6. No one knew, but Tim was Nigel's first kiss when they were only 12 years old, the first man he was ever naked with when he was 15. In fact, Nigel applied to UNH when he heard Tim was getting a scholarship there. Since their first day on campus, Tim had demanded Nigel sneak into his room late at night and pretend he didn't know him in public. Nigel obeyed ev
FFM Day 5 - Happy TimesMay - AdvertisementFFM Day 5 - Happy Times1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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Use Your Judgement "Grams," She cautiously sat down on the floor in front of the squeaky old rocking chair. "I was hopin' for some advice. Y'see there's a kid in my class, Loraine Dixie, an' she's been bein' really mean to me. Should I tell our teacher or should I rough her up, Grams?"Use Your Judgement 1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Use your judgement, dear." The little girl's Grandmother continued spinning yarn with her bony fingers. "Make a sensible decision all by yourself, Lilly Lynn."
The girl sighed and headed outside. She trudged through the corn field out back, and cut clear across Mr. Johnston's backyard, to Loraine Dixie's house. Lilly Lynn sat on Loraine's swing for hours watching the sun set behind the one story farmhouse. But she couldn't find the courage. So she went home, and after a quick scolding from her Mama, she went to sleep.
The next afternoon Lilly Lynn told her teacher about Loraine, who told the principal, who told Mrs. Dixie, who whooped her child with a wooden spoon until her bottom was sore. When Loraine Dixie came back to
I Went OutsideGo outside they said. It’ll be fun they said.I Went Outside1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Well let me tell you, it is NOT fun. At least, not in the middle of a summer morning. The mosquitoes are always going BIZZ-BIZZ near my ears and constantly trying to land on me to suck some of blood and fly away with it. Every slight motion, even the tiniest change in the air causes me to flinch and swat in the direction I felt it at. Despite all my efforts, I still have around ten bites.
But if you get past that, then there’s the birds. Those things never shut up. Whether it’s a CHIRP or a TWEET or some other sound that’s hard to put in words, they just keep going, on and on and on. It gets to the point where you can tune it out at least. That much is nice.
What you can’t tune out is the rooster down the street. I don’t know what English was thinking when they said roosters go “cock-a-doodle-do” because that is not true in the slightest. It sounds more like “ER-EH-EH-OO” with the
Chronicles of Midlurth VII: Beyond our BordersWith a scorched cloak on his back and two arrows in his arse, a dwarf made his way along the Amberlea riverside. He saw the sign of the Golden Dragon ale house and shivered. Dragons. Too soon.Chronicles of Midlurth VII: Beyond our Borders2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As he passed the door, a ruddy-faced halfling raised his beer thimble in greeting. “Ho there! Here for the vegetable competition this afternoon?”
“Have you not heard?” asked the dwarf. “The Necrolock has raised a world-ending army. Every human able to hold a sword marches west as we speak! The smart races are heading East.”
“You should see Mrs Hurgsplirdle's pumpkins, I'd bet you ten thimbles she'll be walking home with firs' place!”
“Are you not listening to me? Monsters are coming! You need to get out of here now, or you and everyone you care about will be dead within the week!”
The halfling snorted. “What goes on beyond Farmer Gherkin's hill is neither here nor there.”
“No, it definitely is there, and it'll be here t
Red Purse -FFM 2015, Day 5-"Hello, ma'am. How can I help you?"Red Purse -FFM 2015, Day 5-2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The customer's expensive red purse doesn't blend well with her old t-shirt and bluejeans. She holds it tightly against her body while fixing me with a strange, pouty look.
Wordlessly, she deposits a package of powdered donuts, two soda bottles, and a jug of windshield washer fluid onto the counter.
I begin scanning the items into the register, starting with the donuts. "It's a gorgeous day, isn't it?" I say, trying to make small talk; though my statement isn't entirely true. There are enough clouds to subdue the sky's usual brilliant blues, but not enough to paint the day gray. It's a pretty-okay day, at best.
The purse-bearing customer continues staring at me with her frumpy face; I try not to stare back at her out-of place red purse. I instead pick up a soda and scan it twice: one, two.
"Mommy, look!" Says a child further back in the gas station store, pointing roughly in my direction. His mother quickly hushes him up.
It's an interesting feat, try
FFM2015 - CeleryThe lights were out, in most of the rooms. And even in the rooms that were lit, most of them were empty. Altus followed Harvest through the winding hallways, both of them blinking infrequently when they entered a hall or room that had motion-detection lighting installed. New lights and other installments accounted for the office building's emptiness: the majority of employees were on a "half-pay semi-vacation," collecting smaller paychecks to sit at home while upgraded or even new lighting fixtures, water fountains, AC vents... and so on, were put in place on each flooor. It was a sign of the company's wealth that they could afford to send the whole building's worth of employees on leave at the same time.FFM2015 - Celery3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
After thirty minutes of roaming through the halls, the scent of peanut butter filled Harvest's nose, followed by a distinctive crunching sound. He turned, staring in disbelief at his partner. "Altus, man... Altus, what the hell are you eating?"
"Uh? Ants on a log! Sorta. They got kind
The Pedometer that Never Sleeps"Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey..." went the pedometer in Weston's head. The constant "heying" of it was migraine-inducing. Unfortunately though, it was wired to his brain, and just trying to yank it out would lead to some undesirable effects. All of this because he couldn't keep track of regular old pedometers that clipped onto the belt, and not the mind.The Pedometer that Never Sleeps3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was a nice, sunny day when it happened. He had just broke his twentieth one, and out of frustration, his mother dragged him to a clinic that offered this "state-of-the-art" and "revolutionary" technology called a "permanent pedometer." It apparently hooked up directly to the brain, so that one could keep track of their "tracks" throughout the day subconsciously and subtly, without any embarrassment. Though no one told the creator of this new "technology" that hearing a voice cry out "hey" wasn't very healthy for people who sometimes hear voices in their head without the permanent pedometer.
Weston got home and went to his room. H
FFM--5th“Excuse me, sir.”FFM--5th3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Cameron jumped at the tap on his shoulder, having not realized that someone was behind him. He turned and looked at the young woman. “Yes?”
She fluttered her eyes. “You’re a beast hunter, right?”
Cameron nodded, standing up a little straighter out of pride.
“Well, I was wondering if you would help me with a problem,” she said shyly, rocking back-and-forth on her heels.
“Why, of course,” Cameron replied, puffing up his chest almost imperceptibly.
“Great!” She immediately perked up and smiled widely. “Follow me!” She darted into the nearby forest surrounding the village.
Startled by her speed, Cameron took a moment to actually react and follow her. He tried to keep track of her while dodging trees and other obstacles as he ran. Despite priding himself on his exceptional—by his own definition—eyesight and stamina, he soon grew tired of trying to follow the women. He paus
The Ambrosia Hyacinth “That should do it!” April pushed the remaining dirt over the hole, burying the newly planted seeds, and showered water over them with her watering can. The Ambrosia Hyacinth was rumored to be a beautiful and rare flower, for only few had seen it. Fortunately, April met an old man in town who happened to be selling the seedlings for the flower. It was costly, but she bought the package anyway. It was a rare opportunity.The Ambrosia Hyacinth3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In the many weeks following, April devoted most of her free time to raising the ambrosia hyacinth. She watered it, nurtured it, and protected it every day to ensure it would thrive. More importantly, she was anxious to see it bloom and witness the fabled beauty first hand.
It happened one early morning. April stared in awe at the beautiful flower standing proudly in her garden. The indigo stalk was decorated with small, amethyst colored flowers. At the top, it was crowned with two larger flowers. Each
GiftOn February 28th, 2099, the staff of the Prima Antarctica Research Centre had conducted their fist experiment, and on the same date, a three year old Riley Harwell and his mother arrived at the small settlement which housed the centre’s scientists and their families.Gift4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Riley had no memories of the warm suburb he'd spent the first few years of his life in, he only knew the small colony. The boundless white he'd grown up with was engraved in his mind and he did not even want to imagine the busy, gray streets of far away cities. He loved his home, the snow that never went away and the strange critters that would occasionally escape the research centre.
There was however, one day in every year when he loathed the small settlement isolated from all of the world.
Now, on the evening of his twelfth birthday, he was curled up in a large armchair in the living room and watched the front door with a distant gaze. He still had hope that the lead researched of the Prima Antarctica would appear
FFM 5: The Unexpected Hazards of Pet Ownership“Hey!” yelled Alya’s phone. “Hey, listen!”FFM 5: The Unexpected Hazards of Pet Ownership4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Alya swore, bolting upright in bed and groping for the phone while her partner, Sam, groaned and tossed in the sheets. “What time is it?” Sam grumbled.
“Before nine, honey, go back to sleep.” Alya stroked Sam’s hair and cursed herself for leaving the volume up on her phone before they’d gone to sleep last night. But it had been late when they’d gotten back from the party, and they’d both been drunk, so she’d forgotten.
Sam muttered something dire—even when she hadn’t been drinking, she never, ever got up before nine—and covered her face with a pillow. Alya silenced the offending phone and thumbed to her text messages. She frowned. The message was from her roommate, Kelly: also not an early riser.
i hate your cat rite now. this is the worst morning of my life.
Shit, Alya thought, suddenly very glad she’d stayed the nig
.:Tester:.His laugh was very contagious. The blond couldn’t hold back the snickers as he glanced into the direction of the brunet sitting next to him, laughing his ass off at what seemed to have been his own joke entirely. The drunk condition of both men was very obvious to everyone else except to themselves, as James could agree on upon hearing Alex claiming that he wasn’t drunk at all at the moment, he was just having fun when questioned about things..:Tester:.4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Are you sure you are not drunk?” James asked with a teasing smirk as Alex had calmed down a little from his laughing fit, a pair of green eyes shooting over towards him, glimmering with tears from laughing too hard. The brunet just nodded, trying to catch his breath between the soft chuckles he was still letting out. “You sound awfully lot like someone who is drunk.”
“How would you know what that sounds like, you have never been drunk enough to know such th
FFM day 4: 4 promisesConversation with Julia SarnetFFM day 4: 4 promises6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I’m so drugged up, Jules
I can’t think straight
it’s okay honey
i’m right here with you
I love you!
Peter’s heart rate monitor beeped incessantly. The room was decorated with little pieces of the different families he’d had: bobbleheads from the precinct, pictures from mom and dad, action figures from Julia, and half a Hallmark store of cards.
babe, Alyn’s wife wants to visit
what should I say?
ask her why Alyn isn’t talking to me
I can tell her this is a bad time
I have to tell him I’m sorry
People swam in and out of focus. Some days Peter woke in the hospital. Other days he woke in a warehouse with smoke in his eyes, pain shooting through parts of him that were barely attached anymore.
He woke with his sister’s head on his chest, o
Integrity--Integrity7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
FFM Day 5 - Integrity
From the outside, the house looked just the same, the flowers were bright with colour and sweet scent, their leaves bushy and proud; the grass was still lush, but only due to the recent thunder storm. The house itself was pristine, no chips in the paint work, no shoddy guttering and no weeds in the driveway, though as soon as the key turned in the lock and the door creaked open, the interior of the house made it’s state known. The staleness of the air was almost overpowering and the murky, life-less light that struggled to push its way through the blinds told a very different story to that of the front garden.
She always had been a woman of contrasts.
On the outside, everything was pristine, faultless and of a very particular kind of prescribed beauty; the inside of her mind, her house and her art were the exact opposite: messy with passion and the desire to follow only the whims of the moment. Her duality was vast, a gulf between them, but her age had
CiviliansCheers erupted from our small group of friends as the elevator finally appeared in front of us. It meant we could escape; it meant we were finally free from them all.Civilians7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But our cheers subsided as a man walked out of the elevator. He handed Ryan a letter, tipped his hat, then went back up into the elevator.
We were all curious; of all people, why does Ryan get the letter?
I looked over his shoulder, curious, but trying not to seem rude. As Ryan opened the card, the very first thing I noticed was a name at the very bottom of the card.
Tears formed in Ryan’s eyes. I stopped looking at the card, thinking that it probably wasn’t something I was supposed to read. I didn’t know who Johanna was, but I assumed it was Ryan’s younger sister or something.
“Ryan, why are you crying?” I asked him.
He wiped a few tears from his eyes. Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned it. He, being a jock and all, probably didn’t want everyone knowing he cri
DreamcatcherA little late because I had a friend over for the weekend. But here's my deviation for Flash Fiction July 4th prompt.Dreamcatcher8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They were laughing loudly at Theo’s story. It was a good one to be honest. But did they have to be this loud.
She hadn’t seen her entire family in almost a year. She’d missed them like crazy but not the obnoxious and loud Theo who always had to be first in everything he did. And because she was born first, he resented her. So ever since they were old enough, her brother always thrived to be better than her. Even today.
“So Kirra? What about you? What story do you have to share? Anything as good as your brother?”
“Come on. Tell us. There has to be at least one thing.”
Sure there was lots to tell. But not much she wanted to share. They’d find her stories boring. She wasn’t like them. She found satisfaction, fulfillment differently.
She did share then. Just one thing she’d
FFM 2015 5: The Peculiar GentlemanAs I settled on a bench by the bay to record the peculiarities of the sunset revelers, a particularly interesting peculiarity settled itself beside me. The gentleman donned a midnight blue three-piece suit, a purple velvet necktie, and terracotta tassel loafers. He packed a bamboo pipe with tobacco before saying to me, left side of his wide mouth snarled up:FFM 2015 5: The Peculiar Gentleman8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm sorry, Sir?"
"This whole damn country," he snapped, and so did the match he held in his right paw. "Gotta say, kid, when I first took the assignment, I sure didn't expect this. Traffic jams, shrunken burgers, sweet spaghetti. Jesus. Can't say how glad I am we're wrapping up and heading home."
"What sort assignment were you referring to earlier, Sir?"
"Classified info." Copious clouds obscured his head, save the tips of his black ears, as he puffed. "I could tell you, but I'm gonna have to eat you. Nothing personal, 'course." The tips of his ears twitched. "What are you writing like a maniac for, eh?"
My pen had b