running awayIt is possible to run so fast that your feet carry you without any contemplation on where you are putting them. Her feet seem to find their way at a speed, out of fear for what may have been following behind her. Amongst tree roots and sticks that thrust upwards from the earth any way they pleased, she is the loudest thing trespassing through the bush, disturbing the sleepiness of a summer’s night. At some point she becomes aware that her sharp intakes of panicked breaths are much louder than the roar of the crickets. There are many scratches on her skin from constant struggles with thin tree branches, only one managed to cut deep enough, against the soft skin of her cheek. Eucalyptus leaves mush beneath her feet and the aroma makes her eyes water but the strength of the scent keeps her alert. The damp ground moulds around every foot fall as she manoeuvres and ducks under foliage which brush her gently, alleviating the sting the branches have caused.running away16 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She should not have spoken ou
Fragment #6if life is meant for the living, i am out of my depth.Fragment #64 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Friends Merlin had to face it. He had been told by friends of Nimue and by his friends at some length that she loved him. Was this just a ploy to continue to tease him?Friends6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No, he thought. Nimue would never stoop that low. Besides, he had countless examples of her sincerity and truthfulness.
And that of her friend.
Secure in the knowledge of her love, he laid down to enjoy the relative warmth of his crypt.
CaraHOW do I put it onto paper these thoughts, these mere murmurings of feeling? How do I explain how all consuming they are - how it affects every level of my conscious being? If this is the intensity of torture that I am aware of, what lies beneath? I fear to ponder, I fear to broach.Cara8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The tingles I feel all over my body are so torturously thorough, they force me to catch and control my breath. The sick feeling in my stomach, the thundering in my chest, and screams of my morality contradict every flutter of lovesick butterflies besieging my soul.
Is it so wrong to treasure? So wrong to dream, to allude? Is it so depraved to desire the lewd? I want you. It is simple. I love you. It is true. And yet, it is the most sinful, hurtful, dishonest, and unrequited thing I could do. So, stop me now. But HOW?
I said to myselfWhat is the worst thing that could happen?I said to myself11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I could lose everything.
Haven’t you lost everything before? Life is a series of give-and-takes, a cycle of losing and gaining. To lose everything one moment is to gain everything in the next. We are continuously being robbed and gifted, being broken and reformed, forgetting and remembering, despairing and rejoicing. If we try to hold onto everything we have, if we try to never lose anything, we will never gain anything either. We will be static, statue, dead. To live is to let pieces fall from our fingertips so that they might fall into place again.
How do we know we aren’t losing something worth more than what we’ll gain?
Tell me: have you ever regretted a chance you took just because you lost something in the process?
And have you ever gained something so valuable, so beautiful, that you would lose anything to keep it?
There’s an equilibrium. There is a great loss and a great finding. Maybe we’ll lose
Lost ChancesI met her in the market, and we only shared a moment.Lost Chances12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hey, you. You dropped this," she said. I turned to see who was talking. A girl around my age, probably 21 or something close to that. Short, black hair, red highlights. She held in her hand an old leather wallet. It was my grandfather's, but he was gone.
"Thank you," I said, pulling it from her fingers. Then I laughed. "Most people would have just took the money and run."
"Guess I'm not most people." She smiled.
I stared at her eyes a moment too long and she blushed. They were bright green.
Then she laughed and said, "See you around."
"Hope so," I said back like an ass.
"Just moved into the apartments across the street, so If you shop here you're bound to."
I smiled and nodded at that, then she was gone. I went along slowly buying the ingredients for vegetable soup. And then got in line to pay. While the cashier scanned my cans of tomatoes, I heard a scream. Everyone heard it.
We ran outside. Then I saw. The girl with green eyes an
Rodney wonders whyRodney pulled into his driveway and walked into his house. He turned on his stereo and listened to his favorite Pandora station. He sat down on the couch and found himself again thinking about the girl from work. He decided to check his email and get some work done, but found it difficult to focus. He kept picturing the large dark brown eyes of Mason. He decided to write a poem as an outlet for the strong emotion running through his veins. He opened his laptop and began typing:Rodney wonders why16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If I could choose between a Caribbean Vacation
Or a walk in the park with you
I’d choose you
If I could choose between a real life adventure
Or watching Netflix with you
I’d choose you
If I could choose between a lifetime of Hawaiian sunsets
Or a minute gazing into your eyes
I’d choose you
If I could choose between dinner with my favorite celebrities
Or Taco Bell with you
I’d choose you
If I could choose between winning the Powerball Jackpot
Or one day
with these wingswith these wings19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I thought the afterlife would be different than this,” said Steve.
“Yeah. Being an angel sounded more…important. Who knew angels spent so much time looking in people’s windows?” said Evan.
“Hey guys,” said Christine, “The couple in 4B is doing it on the kitchen table again!”
“Be right there,” said Evan. “You know, I almost feel bad about all this spying.”
“Yeah,” said Steve, “good thing there’s no guilt in Heaven.”
The FibYou sit across from her, your arms crossed and a stern look on your face, unaware of the Fib that's perched on your shoulder. Fibs are small – at least they start small – with sharp, purple claws and dark brown fur. Some people say they have wings like a bat, but those people have never seen a Fib. Fib's only look like they can fly because of how high they can jump. When it comes to a meal, a Fib is able of easily scaling the largest of skyscrapers – just to find you.The Fib21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You scratch at your neck, unsure of what you're going to say. That's the Fib, running his whiskers along your skin. It is not a sign of affection. They live off of lies – the bigger the better. Normally, a Fib will only feed on natural liars, people who will consistently feed them day after day with their pathological tendencies, but when a Fib is truly hungry, he'll groom his next meal. Sometimes you don't know why you lied to someone. It was a silly lie, you tell yourself. You meant nothing by it
Convince Me“...”Convince Me1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“You do know that this is a bad idea, right?”
“Yeah, why? Are you gonna stop me?”
“No, I was just making a comment.”
“...This isn’t one of those subtle attempts to stop me by making me over think things and stuff is it?”
“So you’re not going to try and stop me.”
“No… unless you want me to.”
“Oh, please do.”
“How am I supposed to stop you.”
“You figure that out!”
“Well you can’t just ask someone to stop you and not say how! At least give me a hint or something.”
“Well, I don’t know! You think of something. You’re supposed to be the smart one.”
“You never met my mother.”
“No, my mother.”
“Oh… she never met me...”
“And she st
1. Beginnings (100 theme challenge)1. Beginnings1. Beginnings (100 theme challenge)1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Creature, also known as Dolan, has been unloved by his kind since the day he was born. Even his own mother was ashamed of him. He looked more human and had human emotions than all the other humaniod demons of the Demon World. He was teased and ridiculed. And so when he grew up to an adult he said goodbye to his mother and set off to find his own place in the world.
He roamed the earth for a long time, hiding in the shadows, watching the people of the world go about their own business. He want to be like that, too. He wanted to be able to be accepted for who he was. But what if no one would accept him when his tails and horns appeared? They come out of nowhere sometimes when he gets angry or other kinds of feelings that carried an adrenaline rush.
If that happened then he wouldn't belong anywhere, not on earth and not in the Demon World. In the present, he was about to give up and find a way to end his immortal life. That was until someone, a girl, called out to him.
Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 65 He sighed heavily, tapping at the smooth surface of the desk as the monitor in front of him went through screen after screen. His gaze moved slightly to the side, his attention drawn to the tower unit sitting next to it. One of the loudest things he had ever heard in his life, and annoying to boot. For something working so hard (supposedly), and making so much noise, it sure was taking forever to start up. "This thing is taking forever!" he groaned loudly, sitting back in his seat. "Why is it taking so long?! Why?!"Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 651 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The older man stuck his head out of the kitchen. "That's just how things used to work back then. Gotta load everything up first before you can use it. Just have a little patience, will ya?"
He groaned loudly again. "I don't see how all of you people lived with things like this. Probably would have killed myself. I mean," he picked up a peripheral connected to the tower by a thin cord, "what even is this?"
Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 64 It's a bit jarring to be able to stand next to a bed and look down at it's contents, only to see yourself lying there. Okay, so, I say 'a bit jarring', but really? I was freaking out in my head. I had to force myself to be calm. We were already in a hospital. If I started to show any signs of 'mental instability', as they called it, it would be a while before I would be able to leave again. Don't ask me how I know this. Just trust me on that.Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 641 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He- That is, I- Hm... The body was thin and sickly looking, and the hair was grown out and greasy. Much longer than I had ever had it before. Kinda weird looking. I know that it had only been there for a month or two, but the pale skin and prominent bones made it look like it had been much longer. It was the kind of situation where you wished you were able to do something, but you had no idea where to start. All the tubes and wires sticking out only made that feeling worse.
I reached out and moved t
A mini jean teaseIt wasn't like Jack wanted to ignore the fact that his partner had a nice butt - quite the opposite actually. No, what he wanted was everyone else to ignore it.A mini jean tease1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was waiting for Alan to find the key into their apartment to let them in. Joining him were the two Jennys, and they were having a blast making him flustered.
"I gotta say Jack," Jenny B. teased, pinching his cheek, "You sure know how to pick lookers."
Jack swatted her hand away. "Quit looking at my partner." He demanded.
"That's kinda hard to do." She replied, ushering over to the said man.
Alan was on his knees now, crawling around to see if the key had been dropped under something.
Jack felt his ears heat up and his sister cackled.
"Quit looking at him!" He repeated. "You're my sister, that's weird!"
Jenny B. just cackled again.
"Back me up here!" Jack commanded, whipping his head towards the other Jenny.
Jenny S. looked up from her camera, towards Alan, and then shrugged.
"Allie's always had a badonkadonk, even 'n high sc
Things a boy I met in Kyoto left with mei. A new found love of literary names and the passing thought if changing my name to Elizabeth Bennet.Things a boy I met in Kyoto left with me1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
ii. Hungry eyes that ache to devour the minutiae of your face so I don’t forget how Sagittarius’ arrow flies over your forehead, how Aries rams itself lodged under your left eye.
iii. A sense of accomplishment when you talk to me rather than the red velvet rose girls blooming around us, that you noticed a bud and assumed a perfect ivory lily would welcome you one day.
iv. Pride that my taste in music meets your high standards.
v. A rekindled love of Jon Bon Jovi, the song ‘Always’ and the way you sing it.
vi. Thirsty ears that strain to absorb every wave of Australian surf slipping from your mouth, and the fervent desire to collect seashells to see if they sound like you. (nothing can compare to the tides of your laugh – a beach stretches down your tongue, an ocean smiles in your throat, what I wouldn’t do to get lost in your currents.)
vii. A crick
Rodney tries againIt was shortly after lunch when Rodney noticed Mason sitting at her desk and working on her financial report. She had been working hard for several days on that same report. Rodney noticed Mason’s frequent visitors were nowhere to be seen. “What could this mean?” Rodney thought to himself. He paced back and forth, “Is Mason upset?” he thought as he began to walk closer to Mason’s desk. Thinking of something to say, he stepped next to her, “Is today the day?” he spit out in a way that he wished he could delete the moment and do over. He knew he needed to come up with something inspirational as a reply to her frustration at not making enough progress on the report. He took a deep breath waiting for Mason to reply. She gave him a quick glance before returning to her work and replying “yeah.” Rodney, stunned by the unexpected response, murmured something inaudible and bacRodney tries again2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ausente The skyscrapers were hot to the touch but Dario didn't care. He stood on the roof with his hands firmly grasping the railing, glancing from the sparkling city below to the oncoming pastel sunset above.Ausente2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Dario detested urban lands. But cities at sunset, sunrise, or night served as an inspiration for him, he couldn't deny. It was a different sight than Riwa towns. He thought the industrial world was poison, but when darkness fell, its cities were like kingdoms of a million twinkling stars.
He ran towards the edge of the building and stared down at nothing in particular; his face brum of seriousness, the locks of his dark chocolate hair drenched with sweat. In his mind were distant memories of his life back at home, some of the people he loved, one being the day when he had bid farewell before sailing off into the bluey horizon.
He wanted his grandmother to come with him, but being who she was - a stubborn old w
Restless [Babysitter!Kuroko Tetsuya] [3/10]Restless [Babysitter!Kuroko Tetsuya] [3/10]2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
RULE NUMBER THREE:
"[Name]-chan, please calm down," he said to the little girl who held his hand and jumped excitedly beside him.
She giggled, untangling her small hands from his grip. "Hey! Where are we going, Tetsu-nii?"
"We're going to see my team-- [Name]-chan, don't climb that bench, please."
"You're going to get hurt. Get down now."
"Aw! You're no fun, Tetsu-nii!" she whined, climbing down from the park bench.
Kuroko sighed, holding out his hand for the sulking five year old to take, but she shook her head at him. Oh, man. Now he upset her, and didn't even know what to do. Get vanilla milkshakes together? No. He had to get to the school gymnasium for practice as soon as possible so he didn't have any time to waste. Okay, maybe he had a little time to waste. For his [Name]-chan.
"Did you want strawberry milk?" he asked, crouching down in front of her and pointing in the direction of a vending machine as they got on school grounds.
.:Conscious Confessions:.Eyes slowly fluttering open, Alex let out a quiet yawn. Pair of green eyes daggering around the gloomy room before hitting on the clock on the nearby nightstand, he was glad to notice it wasn’t the time to get up yet as the bright digital numbers showed it being just a barely over three in the morning..:Conscious Confessions:.2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Head lowering down on the pillow again, he tilted it slightly to the side, a careful smile creeping on his lips as the brunet spotted the sleeping woman next to him. The calm face of the brunette turned towards him with arms resting under the side of her head as she was laying on the bed on her stomach, her dark brown hair spread out all around her face, the pair of brown eyes hidden behind the closed eyelids.
Listening to her calm breathing, Alex’s eyes scanned her sleeping face. Slowly and carefully rolling on his side trying not to wake her up, Alex carefully tucked the blanket off from her upper back. Stopping for a moment t
Two Sides and their Playing BoardThe woman sitting at the large window of the small cafe sipped her coffee while focusing on an arguing couple across the road. It started out with sharp comments and biting remarks. Then, there was a slap. Retaliation was a push. Now their voices were starting to grow in sound and carry around in a discord with the normal noise. She barely paid attention when the seat opposite her was taken, being more interested in the fighting. “Enjoying your work, Balith?” the person asked. Said woman turned to see Galliea, a woman much like herself and then, not. Her clothing was proper, not a string let loose, nor a stain anywhere. Her purchase had been a tea and pastry.Two Sides and their Playing Board2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Using my proper name, Galliea. Are you trying to draw attention?” she inquired, playing with her cup, “Or are you showing your little slice of arrogance again?” Galliea scoffed, and then stole one of the papers from the table. The top news story was a conflict over in Africa. Under it was the a
BangThe gun was empty he knew, but he stared at the barrel anyway. Holding it right up to his face he saw movement. Looking directly into it he crept his face closer until his eyeball was almost at the end of the barrel. Movement he saw it. Then the moving got closer, so he backed his face away and watched as little fairy’s, almost impossible to see, crawled out. He stammered and stuttered but he had no words for the impossibilities that were happening right before his eyes. If you weren’t looking close you wouldn’t be able to tell what they were, but being so close he saw their little wings, and bodies. Their faces were too small for him to see but he knew that had them.Bang2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He watched as they crawled, covering the end of the gun completely but leaving the barrel they crawled out of open. He heard a whisper in his ear, a mans whisper, blowing by his ear like the wind.
An explosion directly in his face, he didn’t see it coming.
The gun was empty he th
Antonio Does Some More ThingsAntonio Shortguy, full time chauffeur of Hollywood rising star Pellerine St. Claire, was kneeling in the back alley, hitting his beloved vehicle with a crowbar. Normally, Antonio would have returned the limousine by now, but ever since Pellerine insisted having it redecorated to suit her glitzy tastes, HOT DAMN this thing was encrusted with so many rhinestones the starlet couldn't possibly notice if a couple were missing.Antonio Does Some More Things2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Besides, picking a few fist-sized stones off the sides would decrease air resistance and increase gas mileage, so win-win for everyone.
Unfortunately for everyone, Antonio went way overboard and ended up tearing off the left car door, the bumpers, the luggage compartment cover, and half the roof. It didn't really matter, because the thing was so covered in glitter and glam that nobody would notice if you dropped it off a cliff and into a trash compactor. The giant fake diamonds would keep on shining, no matter how battered the chassis was. And, as always, Pellerine co