Lost Souleverything was quiet, dark and still. where was this, certainly not earth. everything was black. the air was thich there was so much energy here. but it was negative, it scared him. who was he, he was smal, so small and insignificant. there were others in this world, so many others, but it was so big, none were around him. how did he get here in this world between worlds. what was this foreign shape he took. nothing touched him, where was everything. was it empty? no. he was above it all. floating. he was curled loosely into a ball he was covered in the softest finest white fur, it was like snow, so soft it was hard to feel, your fingers almost passed right through it he had wings that were wrapped around him he had a shocking feeling that he had been here before. his eyes were closed but he could sense the world around him. there was a see through orb around him that glowed a wintry blue. it protected the last light within him. what was he, a fox? maybe or perhaps a wolf... he was smaLost Soul5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Scaredy-CatJamie raced out of his house and into the back yard, squealing. His sister came tearing out after him, chuckling. The eight-year-old was easily scared, and often his sister played terrible pranks on the boy. Once again the fourteen-year-old was up to her usual antics.Scaredy-Cat5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The boy fell to the ground crying his eyes out. “Nawwww I’m sorry, you silly kid!” she said affectionately. She scooped her brother up and carried him inside, cuddling the boy close.
TEN MINUTES LATER
“You little scaredy cat!” cried Kaila, the boy’s older sister. Jamie giggled at her. Now that the eight-year-old had calmed down, he was sitting on her bed, cuddling up to the girl. Jamie loved his sister, and normally after she scared him like that, the little boy was treated to something fun. Kaila spied the boy’s feet. They were currently bare.
“I know what we’ll do… let’s put a smile on your face!” she said, grabbing the boy’s cheek and pinchin
[NOT COMPLETED (PROBABLY NEVER WILL BE)]So, there's this guy and this girl. . .[NOT COMPLETED (PROBABLY NEVER WILL BE)]8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
(Wait, is that too cliché? Maybe I should mix it up a bit. Nah, I'll just stick with this for now and change it later.)
Alright. So, there's this guy and this girl, and the guy starts off. . .
(Eh, should we start at the beginning, or begin in media res? And, should the guy be good at what he does? Should he struggle to make him a more sympathetic character? What are his flaws? Does the girl like him? I should figure out if they are love interests or not right away. I should probably plan ahead. I should. . .)
(. . . I need to change this character around. I don't think I even sympathize with him anymore. I don't think I am even interested in him anymore. I don't think I am even interested in this story anymore. Ugh.)
So, I had this idea once. Pfft.
Ellis and Bri X Reader - ATEllis and Bri X Reader - AT8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It's late in the afternoon, and Bri has just finished her latest quest with excellent results, so she's looking forward to relax for tomorrow's beginning. She's heading back to her house, where she'll spent her time in quiet, but as soon as she steps to her front door, she spots something on the doorstep. It seemed like a letter, and since she's a curious to who's it from, she picks it up, feeling how light it actually is in her hand. She opens it with ease using her fingers, and a short paper lies inside for her to read. She takes it out, and she can't believe her eyes, as it says this.
Hi, my dear Bri,
If you have time,
I want you to come
to the Lovers Point
Where I'll be waiting
Hoping to see you
Your friend - Ellis.
It's a short note, but for Bri, it's a message saying more than it does, what's Ellies thinking, and Lovers Point? Her mind is getting anxious and quite excited to find out those
RRA: Log 4I attempted to do work.RRA: Log 413 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Iru would not let me.
A rain of cacti fell over my desk of work early the next morning. I had not even heard Iru come in.
“Iru!” I exclaimed glaring up at the frowning Kodryma.
“We on Vacation.” He stated factually, waving a colorful cactus in front of my face. Said cactus seemed to be sporting a bowtie and an odd splotching of rainbow pokadots. “Have fun. Work at home.”
I glared at him. He glared at me.
Abruptly I stood.
“Let’s go check out the continental breakfast.”
He gave me a narrow look, “Then?”
“Check out the gift shop?” I suggested innocently and smiled when that earned me a fanged grinned from my companion. “And maybe after we can check out that Trapper service thing they have going on?”
- - -
Centi frolicked through the sand outdoors as Iru allowed him the maximum rang on his leash. His first time ever experiencing sand, both Iru and eye watched in fascination as
Misery to Unfold - ATMisery to Unfold - AT18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Misery is with her aunt Jennifer on a stroll through the city park, where they aren't alone, as couples, hangs out with each other in romantic settings, friends playing football together while having a drink, kids playing with their toys near their parents at the playground not far from the center of the park, elder people resting their tired legs, as they sit on the comfortable wooden benches located around the entire park. Birds twitter through the tree tops, signaling their presence and possible, communicate with others of their fellow kind, while squirrels swirls around on the grass areas, gathering nuts for the coming season, and hides them inside their home in the tree. The sun shines bright like a flashlight upon a wall in the darkness. Only a few clouds cover the sky in their pure white colors, though their shapes aren't complete, as some of them look torned by an air current. The wind blows it gentle wind through the air surrounding every human, a
Empty thoughts.It's been a while since I last tasted air. Lot of things take it for granted. Lot of things can't see it. But it's right there, in front of me, and it's so different from what I'm used to. Tastes like substance. Like something that is.Empty thoughts.19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Kind of amazing that I can write like this without a body. Couldn't understand people, before. Stood outside and looked in and was curious. "Stepped" through the "door," and the Mad King was there, waiting. He and his wretches tried to keep me out, but I was clever. I left myself to die as I fled, and he gorged himself upon my essence as he cast me out into the darkness and I stepped into reality.
Couldn't be, for a while. Things chased me. They stood, which I couldn't understand, and they talked, which I couldn't understand, and they were, which I couldn't understand. I couldn't understand, which I couldn't understand, which I couldn't understand. It was recursive. And the Mad King learned of me, and he spoke of me, and the world brought itself d
The Better DeathAll around me, people are completely detached. My life now consists of getting up, going to work in a sterile office, and seeing all the unhappy faces on the subway. Every day is the same and I feel my life leading nowhere fast. And it occurs to me that I’m dying a slow, faceless, numbing death. The kind of death where the heart and soul die first. It just takes the body a few decades to catch up. I think I would rather die by your exuberant mouths. At least the adventure of it would be more appropriate to who I am.The Better Death19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Conaughey McMatthews lostAll those times about the mall when people wouldn't stare at him. He felt ashamed for having rejected his possible friends just because he thought they were too ugly to hang around with. Just what the h--- did that word mean anyway?. where the h--- was ghost Umberto Eco when you needed him?. he had a Brooklyn accent and even vaguely looked like Richard Feynman but couldn't multitask like him. Lost and stranded near a crashed plane in a desert. While sitting and drinking water he saw a rabbit man in a dashiki over the hills. he could think of some pretty vulgar things happening to nice people but he knew deep down that was his method of scaring others away from what little he had to offer.Conaughey McMatthews lost20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The Emperor's Request - Day 240"I can't do this." The Scholar said with a heavy heart. He could admit, he'd been very skeptical when the Emperor had approached him to write The Great Renewel, but he never thought he would be forced to sink to the depths which the Emperor was asking him to slip into.The Emperor's Request - Day 24021 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"What!?" The Emperor retorted, shocked by his refusal. "Why? Is it not enough? I can pay you more!"
The Scholar sighed. "No, its not about money, sir, its about what you wish for me to write. You are asking me to simply lie for you. I cannot bring myself to do that and still cannot consider myself a true scholar."
The Emperor's frown of disappointment turned into a grimace of anger. "So you turn your back on your country to feel comfortable at night?"
"I turn my back on you so that my country knows who its being run by." The Scholar barked. The Emperor staggered back in surprise. No one would have dared speak to a man of such power in this way. But while the Emperor was powerful in authority, the Scholar was power
ExasperationLike his cousin, said man defines himself that which not feminine and had been applying it to the rest of humanity cisgender or not for quite a while. His sleeves were pulled up,he washing his hands,up which were sticking after having eaten a grapefruit opposite a basin where there were an evident cloudiness of vomit. Adjacent to it was a stall scrawled with vulgarities offset by how de Kooning like the drawings were. “How the halga can anyone talk so much while in a toilet stall?”,thought Olaf eyebrows furrowed under his tousled hair while the murmuring went on. Impatiently he pulled down the polka dot sleeves of his wedding shirt (in spite of not going to marry soon) and barely caught a bus to work at the other building in the eastern part of the city.Exasperation22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
If there was anyplace where the disparity between the attitudes of men and women were shown most, it was in how public washrooms were like, thought Olaf. Demographics of the destitute, infirm or addicted asid
UntitledSt. Petersburg, Russia. Summer. 2:35 AMUntitled22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
He hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting Maria Petrovna before. They had been on different sides of the First World War at the time. He’d been a medic on the front lines at Passchendaele, she’d been a nurse on the Russian home front. Similar occupations but little chance of meeting until now.
Her apartment was decorated in an early twentieth century style but it looked well cared for. Marcus glanced at the female vampire as she cleared her throat, standing in the living room doorway. It was easy enough to guess at what she wanted. “I already said no. I’m a courier, not one of your court. You can’t make me a part of your political games.”
Maria sighed, tucking a strand of chestnut brown hair out of her eyes. Out of court, she abandoned her makeup and carefully polished image. In her own home, she was a small, messy haired twenty year old. “Whether you believe it of me or not, that wasn’t my
AnlegenAls die kühlblauen Nebelschwaden sich langsam beiseiteschoben und den Blick auf eine graue Wand dichten Dunstes freigaben, bahnte sich die Lacrima einen Weg durch die mit Eis und Schnee durchsetzten Wellen, wobei sie eine immer gleiche Melodie summte, während die Schollen an ihrem hölzernen Rumpf entlangschrappten. Die schlaffen Segel, die mit der Zeit die leichte Grünfärbung der Algen angenommen hatten, atmeten die gelegentlichen, schwachen Brisen ein, um sie kurz darauf wieder leise aus ihren Lungen zu entlassen.Anlegen1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Wir lehnten still und nebeneinander an der Reling und fixierten die unsichtbaren Horizonte, die nicht mehr vor uns lagen. Der Lacrima entfuhr ein dumpfes Knurren, als die Wellen sie zwangen, sich etwas weiter auf die Seite zu legen als sie es gewohnt war.
The Raven Headmistress Veronique remembered her childhood as something of a dream. She’d grown up in the upper city, an illegal orphan protected by the strength of her family’s love. She never felt as though she was any different than the other children who attended school with her, and certainly never thought that coming from the lower city was a bad thing. It was something she was very proud of, but her parents stressed that she had to keep it a secret from everyone.The Raven Headmistress1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It came as a shock to her, then, when the mysterious woman came to visit the school. Her hair was black as a ravens’ wing, her skin like milk, and her eyes were deep and dark. She moved with the sort of unconscious grace that made Veronique and the other girls feel automatically clumsy and awkward in comparison.
They called her the Raven Headmistress.
She floated up to the front of classroom, her smile kind and welcoming. She greeted everyone with a l
I'm Not A Voyeur, I Just Have Anxiety We were stopped in either Barstow, California or Cedar City, Utah when you saved me from witnessing a live-performance porno in an almost empty bathroom of an almost equally empty Denny’s at 3:00 in the morning. I can’t remember too many details of the evening, and you still tease me about my “obvious PTSD” regarding the incident.I'm Not A Voyeur, I Just Have Anxiety2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
We had been driving northwest along Interstate-15 for what felt like weeks, though realistically it had only been hours. The AC in our F-U-shitty truck had finally wheezed one last pathetic burst of almost-cooled wind into our faces before dying off into nothing. We resigned ourselves to settling down in one of the towns along the interstate for the next few months to re-stock our wallets.
I was sitting in the bathroom stall, tired and sweaty and just wanting a few moments to sit alone and cool off without your constant presence. The restroom
State of AffairsHey guys!State of Affairs2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Sorry I've been inactive lately, but I'm back in class and am very busy! There have also been quite a few distractions in my life, so I haven't really had that much time to write stuff! I'll try and get back on track soon. My goal is one story per week during the school year.
Thank you guys for understanding!
RoM -- Determination“Alright, you’ve got this, boy,” Archer tells Nolv firmly, nodding in confirmation as he leads the greying, tawny tokota towards the fenced-in ring. They’ve been practicing for this for weeks now, and both handler and tokota are sure they’ve gotten it down. Nolv has worked hard, training every day for the free-jumping trial, and Archer has done his best to help out, working with his dark-coated toko to clear the obstacles –stacks of logs, in this case- without any hesitation at all, despite Nolv’s clear desire to stop and chew the would-be sticks.RoM -- Determination2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Nolv chuffs in easy agreement, nudging against Archer’s shoulder with his large head in reassurance as he peeks through his mane at his handler. The yeti tokota is clearly confidant in his own abilities, standing tall and proud while Archer slips the leather collar around his neck, scratching at the toko lightly with his own claws and grinning when he leans into it with a happy groan and wags hi
RRA: Log 3It had a very colorful body and a very pointy beak.RRA: Log 32 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I watch in fascinated terror as a large beak comes close to biting off Iru’s fingers. Or. At least. That what it seems like from a distance. It clicks shut millimeters away from his furry hand before turning away from the Kodryma and making its way back towards the other few in its corral. Some are too dark in the low lights emitting from the Resorts lamps stationed about the premises but I can make out a few.
“What are these?” I ask as I step up to a grinning Iru.
“Voldoe. Not many of these in the wild anymore because of overhunting. The Resort here is attempting to breed them in captivity and hopefully get their numbers back up. Here… wanna feed one?” He attempts to shove a weird looking fruit into my hand.
“Er…Maybe?” I hedge, not liking the look of those large beaks. The large ears are adorable and remind me of Fennec foxes, the small horns adorning their furry scull give them
Snapshots in Dystopia No 01Josh had heard the term “egghead” but he hadn't imagined one, much less seen one, until he had started working with a particular clerk at the stables. The overall appearance of the man's head was that of a slightly elongated, and top-rounded, egg. This was enhanced by the fact the man had no hair on his scalp, and a scant thinning line around the edges. Moreover, it was an ugly egg. His eyes were deep set, surrounded by dark circles. Half-moon spectacles sat halfway down his hawk nose. His somewhat large ears sprang away from his head slightly, and his thick lips formed a gash of a mouth which seemed to be in a constant, practiced frown. He wore a dark business suit and tie that fit and provided something pleasant to see on the figure that might otherwise be described as a goblin. However, Josh didn't mind this clerk.Snapshots in Dystopia No 012 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Josh waited patiently in the small, sparse room. It was designed to hold 10 people quite comfortably, but rarely even held two. Wooden benches were built into
StuckQuite how seven-year-old Jonty had arrived in this position, his gymnastics coach wasn’t sure. But the endearing and fun-loving little blond boy was now tangled up in the gymnast rings. He squirmed about, trying to pull free, though there was no use.Stuck2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It was at this moment that his coach had a sudden idea. He smiled at the boy and patted his ankle affectionately. “Maybe this will get you wriggling enough,” the man said. He made sure that there was a big thick mattress underneath the boy before starting his cheeky plan.
The gymnastics instructor reached out and squeezed at Jonty’s sides. The boy squealed and burst out laughing. The gymnast smiled. “Good, you’re ticklish. Now… WRIGGLE!” the man cried, his fingers now flying all over the blond youth’s soft little feet. His little toes squirmed and wiggled happily as his soles were tickled. Jonty shrieked in hysterics and kicked his legs about wildly. Eventually he managed to get one foo
RRA: Log 2When I finally creep out my room and past the reception area—there is more activity than I would have thought around the resort! I have no idea where Iru is gone, but Centi is a solid weight firmly on my shoulders as I finally step out my room to explore (at a much more languid pace) the Resort.RRA: Log 22 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I had gone through the pamphlets and fliers given to me earlier today so I am aware of most the activities taking place for us guests. There is a Scavenger Hunt going on around the resort. Baskets full of six specific gems can be found in various locations. If I manage to find a basket and pluck a gem from it (only one per guest) then I can get a bit of Coin for it!
If only I didn’t suck at hide and seek…
There’s a cute little ‘Paint the Cactus’ event going on that has me intrigued though… Perhaps later I will stop by and snatch a sheet to see if I can maybe score some cash and maybe the grand prize. Raffles, Slot Machines…Then there is the gift s
.:Big Difference:.”Are you sure this is a good idea? Should we just cancel and go on some other day?”.:Big Difference:.2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Rahmiel glanced over his shoulder towards the living room from the doorway he was standing, watching Jael standing by the couch that the young girl had taken over, her pair of hazel eyes scanning the plum haired man as he tried to catch up a conversation with her.
“Is it alright just to leave her here with the guys? I feel bad for leaving them to deal with her…”
The brunet just shook his head a little as he turned to look Emily standing by the front door of the house, biting her lower lip a little as her eyes darted between Rahmiel and the scene in the living room. She had brought Lumi to meet the guys once or twice earlier, so at least Jael was familiar with her, but she was still hesitant to leave her alone with them while they had a date night with Rahmiel. Well, it was still better to leave her with
Baba and Wana TeaserPeople call me Wana. My friend Baba and I are pretty far from home. We were supposed to end up in a zoo but – “Wana, what’s happening?” – well, let’s just say our ship didn’t come in. When we ended up on the shore, we had nothing. No food, no reputation, no pack. We were stuck in a place we’d never heard of.Baba and Wana Teaser2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“Where are we?” the kit asked, looking around.
“Miami,” replied the female dog sitting a short distance away.
On the street, you do whatever you have to do to survive. You rely on anyone who’ll help you: a crotchety old stray with a protective streak, a sassy bitch that could kill you if you looked at her the wrong way. Humans, too, if you’re desperate.
Bottom line, unless you find a way home, you aren’t going anywhere.
8-29-15:Danek Triller+Griselda: Breaking+EnteringDanek Triller: -it's been a long day and he's just going to flip the switch on the security system when-- // ???: wait Danek! // Danek: -he nearly jumps out of his skin as he whirls around, something by the window shifts and it shuts. he starts to raise a hand but-- // Griselda: -her face falshes a moment before dissapearing again, speaking in that same hushed tone- it's me! It's only me I swear // Danek: -utterly bewildered now as he takes a moment to comprehend this- .... What are you doing-- how did you get--........WHAT are you DOING here?! do you realize what you're risking how dare you come in this house what were you thinking!?8-29-15:Danek Triller+Griselda: Breaking+Entering2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Griselda: I had no choice you weren't going to speak to me any other way // Danek: Keep your voice down! Of course we weren't going to speak to you what did you think-- it's the same reason I don't want you here how could you come in this house after-- // Griselda:I'm here for Quincy! can we talk or not? // Danek: ... -he heaves a breath a