Morning FreewayDriving on the freeway every day, covering the same route for several years, finally gets to you. You begin to let your mind wander, you daydream, your lane changing and turning off become automatic. You see the traffic, but you don’t let it register in reality. I know. I drive the same twenty mile stretch every day of the week. Today is the same as every other day. Up before daylight. On the freeway about dawn. Half noting that traffic is a little heavy this morning, not bad but enough to register. Around the next curve it will slow down because of the interchange and for the next few miles it will seem to crawl. Reach down and turn the radio up, maybe the music will help the time go faster. Suddenly traffic seems to be at a stand still, probably an accident up ahead.Morning Freeway3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I thought I just passed this curve. My mind must be playing tricks, I see this freeway so much it all seems to blend together. Lots of red tail lights ahead, everybody stopping. Must be an accident. Yes, I hear sir
ArchaeologySantiago was currently enjoying the archaeology exhibition at the museum. But his favourite part was the little ‘archaeology dig’ that the museum had set up for children. It was a gigantic sandpit with lots of ‘fossilized’ objects for them to discover. The little six-year-old had just pulled an object out of the sand and was now using a small hammer and chisel to get the remaining fossilized rock off.Archaeology5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
After a little while, one of the helpers came over. “Hello there, what have you found?” she asked the barefooted-brunette lad with the dusty skin. Santiago looked up and grinned.
“I don’t know! I think it is a flat object though!” he exclaimed, looking at the thinness of the object. The lady held her hands out and asked to see the object. Santiago handed it to her and smiled again. The lady reached over and put the object in a small plastic sleeve and sealed it, before slipping it into a large hot water tub on the side of the pit.
Be PamolaYou stand still hoping that someone would actually talk and help you. But alas, nobody did.Be Pamola6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Why are they running away from me? I'm not gonna hurt 'em... strange beings. It's really clear that they're some form of intelligent life.
You wondered why they look like that. Every single one of them is different in one way or anothet... you may have been confused, but you were actually quite intrigued. The subject was rather interested but you couldn't help but to look lost. You then sit down and lean against the brick wall. What's a troll like you going to do? Alone, lost, surprisingly hungry...
What do you do?
Wait for someone to help
Yell to get attention
Walk towards the creature with red and black hair
Island Days 30: On Her Majesty's Stretchy Service1.Island Days 30: On Her Majesty's Stretchy Service8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Alana had found hunting people was almost as exciting -- almost: nothing could take the pain of having her gift removed, however temporarily bestowed -- as near-limitless flexibility.
Or maybe she was just clinging to its effectiveness as a momentary sop as tightly as she could. She was, she thought in other moments, going through a version of the Five Stages of Grief -- and she was now in the Denial phase. She had certainly gone through Anger...
Acceptance, though...that would take a long time. Perhaps never. But there was a small flicker of Hope, way deep down, refusing to be extinguished.
But the manner of the hunting was strangely disquieting. Her...no, passenger wasn't the right word. Patroness? Employer? The woman sitting next to him wearing the sunglasses was unsettling. Her undeniably serpentine characteristics -- the eyes behind her glasses, the tongue that sometimes appeared forked, perhaps not -- and her uncanny litheness that gave Ms Longstone
Harper's coming of age storyLoss of ReputationHarper's coming of age story14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Nature has a habit of hiding away its beauty. Hiding it through it own obscuring instruments like a forest of trees or the dark deep in bodies of water. Not that it's shy. No, It would love to amaze us and fill us with wonderment. The ones that acknowledge that never lose its power.
Such is the outlook of a small child with long dark brown hair, who walked these forests on occasion. She would come of the village every now and again to take in this beauty the forest would reveal to her as she went on her walks. Trees that loomed and watched over her from the sun’s rays, The birds singing about their travels, and roots weaving through the ground as a bumpy hillside.
As she traversed the uneven road of roots, she came across one of the inhabitants of the forest. The rabbit. The child smiled at the rabbit and tip-toed towards it. The rabbit looked up from its snack that it was munching to the child walking toward it
The child bent down to it’s level on
QuestionsPeople often wonder about me. What I look like, when I’ll come visit, who sends me. Am I soft and sweet, like a well earned rest after a long day’s work? Or am I cold and dark, only bringing pain and suffering? Probably, most of all, they wonder, what am I? The answer to their questions? It will come sooner or later. After all, I like to say that I am one of the most polite out there. I never miss a visit. All I shall say is this- If you have the option, it is best that you avoid me as best as you can. Just because I don’t miss any visits does not mean that I like having to visit everybody immediately. Do try your best to avoid me. We shall have all the time in the world to chat, assuming that you’d rather stick around with me. Most do not, preferring instead to go on. There’s that, and the fact that many hold a grudge against me, so it may actually not be pleasant to stick around with me, unless you actually don’t mind being with a figure that looksQuestions1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That was a thing..?That was a thing..?1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I blinked awake, the sun was shining in brightly along the bed from the window that leveled with the bed, now positioned on the door out of my room. It lit up the five-by-five room nicely, and my martial arts posters glinted in the light.
I was about a grin happily when I realized how deathly quiet it was. Either Cosmo would turn on music to wake me up, or Aether and Athena would be dragging me out of bed by now. I think, that is, because I only had a vague concept of time still. It was warm though, and something pressed against my back, but I couldn't really move. I struggled, I didn't like the feeling of my legs and arms bundled together tightly. Wriggling out, and shaking my head, yawning, I sat down, looking to my side of my twin bed(Aether had the other bed in his room). Silver, a pretty silver tabby, long-haired she-cat, was curled up behind where I used to be. She was Cosmos' cat, I didn't mind her, or cats and dogs in general. I didn't see much of a difference, th
Tense Encounter in the Snow*ahem* You step into a forest, thick with trees of various sizes and covered in frost, from the winter cold and snow. The leaves have left, leaving the trees bare. As you traverse the thick forest, your ears pick up what only can be explained as the sound of footsteps pattering about the crunchy snow, but your eyes pick up nothing. You spin about slowly, taking a small defensive stance, waiting for what created the sound to show up. But after a few minutes of silence, you relax.Tense Encounter in the Snow1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You are about to continue one with your stroll, until the loud crack of a branch breaking can be heard from close by. You turn to face the direction of where the sound came from, but right as you do turn, right there in front of you is a person, holding a hunting knife up to your throat. Your body is frozen by the sudden fear that you're feeling, taking hold of you like a lion taking hold of his food. Only thing you can do is look down at the person, eyes wide. You say not
Thirteen Words: ChainsRusty chains whip at my underside, flailing away at my flesh, my failures.Thirteen Words: Chains1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Thirteen Words: PillsBitter blue pill, take away my pain. Carry me into Morpheus's cradling embrace.Thirteen Words: Pills1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Klaus and Bayles P3“Nawww your feet are so cuddly,” said Bayles, tittering a little. Klaus giggled.Klaus and Bayles P31 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Just tickle already!” the boy cried, eager to see what would happen next, even though he already knew.
Bayles started off with light tickles, gently swirling his fingers all over the boy’s soles and brushing his fingertips over the little boy’s tender little toes. Klaus started giggling instantly, and his giggles increased as the tickles became more and more prominent. The preteen smiled happily.
“Having fun… wait… stupid question because you always do with this,” the blond said happily. Klaus giggled happily and nodded, though Bayles didn’t see that. His fingers now raked up and down the boy’s soles, from his heels to toes. Klaus’ giggles became stronger no, but when the preteen lad started really scribbling his fingers over Klaus’ soles, the boy lost it!
He thrashed about crazily screaming with intense laughter as he was
Fire and Ice “I trusted you!” I scream.Fire and Ice1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No answer came to me as expected. No one’s here to answer. I scream as loud as I possibly can. The pain of losing everything is too much. I can’t possibly survive this. The pain that weaves its icy hands around and through my heart leaves me gasping for air. I can feel it suffocating me. Before suffocating completely however, a blaze of fire so burning hot diminishes the ice. As I struggle to breath normally, the trembling starts. I lay on the bed and curl into a tight ball. Tears stream down my face as the trembles rake through me.
The Vote - Day 140The tensions were high as time dragged on. The numbers kept increasing. Ten percent, twenty percent, thirty percent, it just didn't stop. André felt anxious as he watched the numbers fly by on the screen. His parents were just as eager to see the result. The wait was killing him.The Vote - Day 1401 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Danny came over to their house at around five thirty. André let him in and hugged him tight. The sat on the couch together and waited, along with everyone else in the country.
The numbers were getting close. André was worried that they might not win. The thought scared him.
But, he saw they all watched the tide turn in their favour. Suddenly they were getting into the fifties and sixties of percent. André couldn't hold back the giddy smile that broke out across his face. Danny was the same and reached out to hold André's hand. André, unwittingly, nearly broke it out of excitement.
The final results came in. They watched as a square faced man with a warm expression walk up to a pod
i'm quiet like a fireShe gets annoyed at the crowd; it's so hard to talk to me here and she can barely hear herself think. She doesn't say anything about it, she just keeps talking. How are you meant to tell someone to quieten their mind?i'm quiet like a fire2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She tells me she is going to get a drink. I can't blame her, I want to get away from me too, sometimes. I keep an eye on her, and I see a man go too close to her.
The crowd stops talking and they are so quiet that all I can hear is my own blood flowing and a humming. I wonder where it's coming from, and then I realise I am what's humming. I am what's growling.
She does not notice me coming because for once there is no loud crowd. There is only me, carefully making myself seem awkward enough that it's almost an accident that I step on his foot and wedge myself between them. I flash my teeth at him, and I hope he notices just how forced my smile is. We ignore him; he does not get a word in, he knows there is no space for him here.
Confused and feeling awkward, he leaves. I
There is a sun somewhereI remember the first day the fog came. It rolled in over the ocean and hunkered down over our little town, settling like a stray. When I woke up and opened the curtains, it was like seeing snow. There was just a sea of grey, the houses across the road dissolving like cigarette ash up into the clouds.There is a sun somewhere2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I couldn’t stop running that day, feeling like an intrepid explorer set free in uncharted jungle territory. The walk to school was an adventure, navigating through parks a challenge, finding my peers in the playground at break a nightmare. We revelled in this new world, and James Morgan invented a game called ‘disappear.’ We would send one of our party out into the stark grey wilderness until we couldn’t see a trace of their silhouette. We played all of lunch time, and when it was my turn I took giant strides out, a boat leaving safe bays into treacherous wide oceans. My strides went from bounds to steps to tentative shuffling, hearing my friends calling out t
Emotion in Training - Character Descriptions (1)For those who don't know what this is, I am describing the characters in my original series, "Emotion in Training", so without further delay, here you go!Emotion in Training - Character Descriptions (1)2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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Background Knowledge - This series involves a race of beings known as Emojins. Emojins are beings that look like humans. Though they don't age, when created, they are given the features which remain the same forever. Some look like teenagers, some look like children, and some look like adults. They can live for centuries to millenniums and each represent a positive human emotion.
Role - Main protagonist
Hair color - Blonde
Eye color - Blue
Age group look - Teenager (14-16)
Emotion - Compassion
Crystal - Ruby
Crystal's form - A heart-shaped locket
Power - Cam use a pink ribbon that can be whatever length and has a range of uses
Details - A kind and wise person, Vince oftenly has his abilities overlooked or underestimated. His gem is a unique locket that is in the shape of h
It Was Worth It! As she sat in her parlor, she began to recollect certain atrocities. Rose was born into a family that later on will treat her badly. All they care about is drinking and smoking. So when she was five years old she was excited that she was able to go to school. When she got to school, she started to get all A’s and B’s.It Was Worth It!2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When she turned 10 years old Rose figured out that her family loved to abuse animals. So many time she tried to get them to stop. Of course they didn't listen to what she said. They also smoked and drank in front of her all the time.
Eight years later Rose decided to move out of her house. Even after she moved out she went to school. After High School she went to college to become a veterinarian. She made it through college and became the veterinarian she always wanted to be. Rose knew that she should just be herself no matter what.
As a vet she ended getting a job at ASPCA
Cowboys and Indians P4The tickling started simultaneously for the two lads. It was upper body tickles all the way in the start, too. Daryl was busy skittering his fingers inside Selwyn’s armpits and blowing raspberries on the boy’s belly button. His fingers skittered all over the boy’s ribs, tummy and squeezed his sides too. This had the young brunette ten-year-old howling in hysterics. The boy twitched and thrashed about, desperately trying to pull free, though there was no real point.Cowboys and Indians P42 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As this happened, Stephen emulated the techniques on the older boy’s body. The only difference was that Stephen didn’t do raspberries. He instead just slid the boy’s sleeveless top up and drilled his fingers into the soft flesh of the boy’s bare belly button. Elwin’s eyes widened at that and he squealed loudly. The upper body tickles for both lads lasted about three minutes, before they stopped and let the foot ticklers take over.
The two foot-ticklers started and had instant r
62. Story of my life. Hyped up on caffeine and nicotine.62. Story of my life. 2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lonely things- Alive or Not That poor water bottle on the side of the road hasn’t taken its eyes off me. As I round the hot asphalt I get the urge to pull over onto the curb. So there I decide I will stay, my eyes staring at that poor, dented plastic water bottle abandoned on the side of the road. I wonder how it ended up there, why someone would leave an inch or two of water to just condensate on the staling sides.Lonely things- Alive or Not2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I turn my car on for the third time, but when I go to give the water bottle a goodbye smile, its heart wrenching appearance pulls my keys out like magic. So now I am telling myself, five more minutes, give it some human company. I push my door open in almost slow motion, but the universe gets tired of waiting and sends me in fast forward across the road. People must think I’m crazy, maybe I am, as I sit, my new jeans digging into the soft grass and earth beneath me, why do I feel such a draw to this piece of plastic when what should be on mind is the babysitter
The LamentI don't see my evil deeds...I don't see them anymore! For me they are quite neutral, fairly neutral. I am bereft of emotion, lacking in mercy. Deprived of life, as if I didn't exist, as if this flesh didn't contain bodily soul, just mud, mental mud. I'm tired of living in this state, I have enough of existence, morality, and its absence...but I can't afford to rest. Because after death it will be even worse, after death fire will envelop me, but won't burn me, won't scorch me - it will be consuming me for ages, and I'll be wandering around in the darkness, with my feel of guilt and pain of the soul. That's why I have to endure, survive until I could finally liberate, when I could go to London Bridge and finish this story once and for all. When my self will be free. And since it never comes...I will not go over it complaining because I have never been a man of timid or faint heart. My bitter words are an expression of fatigue, whether it's empty life or the whole situation in which youThe Lament2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Of Concerts and SeniorsI laughed and clutched his arm, the light flooding past us from the concert hall behind us. He turned to me and smiled the light flashing in his blue eyes the same way it flashes on the ocean. I couldn't help but be happy in that moment, settling in to my last hour of sucess. The last one...Of Concerts and Seniors3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The smile faded from my face.
Mark detected it instantly. "What is it, what's wrong?"
I looked at him, a pained smile stretched across my face. "This is it. My last one. The last time I'll play my clarinet in front of an audience. I don't really HAVE one, my horn belongs to the school. That was my last performance with the high school band program."
He snuggled his face on my shoulder. "It'll be okay," he murmured.
I nodded. "Yeah, but... ah, what am I complaining about? I'm out of this horrible hell-hole in less than a month! You have 2 years..."
Mark looked at me mournfully. "I don't want you to go," he whispered.
I turned and looked at him. I could feel the light reflecting in my eyes, imagining