Dance 1-100Beautiful...Dance 1-1009 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Long hair, beautiful vibrant eyes, and a figure that would make a goddess jealous. These were all valid descriptions of the girl. The notorious Dance Maiden. She had fluid grace and light steps that put all to shame. She had everything a girl could possibly want.
Grace, Precision, Speed. This she had. He stunning moves and difficult etiquette lessons has taught her one thing. Never reveal yourself. She wielded the dangers effortlessly, such deadly accuracy for such a young girl. She twirled and cut, perfectly synced in her movements so much so she hadn't lost a beat. She was what every criminal wanted to be.
And yet the girl with two identities could never have what she wanted most. To be cared for. Her family gone, annihilated by unknown murderous with deadly intent. Never let your emotions control you, never falter in your step. Her mother would coach her, force her to be perfect to the point she didn't feel a bit concerned a
Chronicles of the Lions ~ S.L.Chronicles of the Lions ~ S.L.:Chronicles of the Lions ~ S.L.2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Suvingo – father – pride leader
Amara – mother lioness – female pride leader
Amani – Suvingo & Amara’s oldest daughter – juvenile lioness
Kato – Suvingo’s brother/Cubs’ uncle
Kamaria – Kato’s mate/Cubs’ aunt
Safari – Kato & Kamaria’s oldest son – juvenile lion
Lena – Amara’s sister/Cubs’ 2nd aunt/pride member/cub-sitter
Ntobi –lioness/pride member/cub-sitter
Samirah – lioness/pride member/cub-sitter
Shani – lioness/pride member
Amari – Suvingo & Amara’s son
Kayode – Suvingo & Amara’s son/Amari’s brother
Kito – Suvingo & Amara’s son/Amari & Kayode’s brother
Kuma – Cubs’ cousin/Kato & Kamaria’s daughter
Kobe – Cubs’ cousin/Kato & Kamaria’s son/Kuma’s brother
Desta – Cubs’ cousin/Kato & Kamaria’s son/Kum
FFM 16 ~ Revenge Is Best Served ColdShe looked every bit the potential victim and yet he knew better. She was a vixen come in this pit of vipers of her own free will. She hadn’t always been like that. He remembered her when she was shy and loved reading; he built a palace of books for her. She was so impressed. Once he thought, she might love him. But she’d changed. Looks and money. She’d become the boss’s girlfriend. He knew why. He had his own reason for joining. He caught her eyes but she looked away haughtily. She would speak to him sometimes. But as a princess would speak to a servant.FFM 16 ~ Revenge Is Best Served Cold4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She’d done what she needed to survive. Without a father to protect her, a girl had to do what she gotta do. He didn’t have to like it but he understood. She’d gone for the strongest man in town. He couldn’t protect her then. And now… The boss signaled him interrupting his train of thoughts.
“Bring my doll home Mickey. She’s got no need to hear men
The DealThe heat wave had come upon us suddenly, like the blast from an opened oven door. People moved through the streets listlessly; ships without rudders or bees made drowsy by the summer sun. Many took refuge in the cafés and bars, eyes lured by flashing neon lights and hooked by the promises of air conditioning and ice clinking in glasses. The ice in mine had long since melted, my attention drawn to other matters. Namely, the enormous amount of money I now owed to someone you were wise not to owe money to.The Deal4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Naturally, he chose that moment to walk past the window and glance into the bar. A big smile lit up his face, and I swear that on the radio some choir started singing "O Fortuna." An omen indeed, and not a good one.
He pushed open the door and the atmosphere changed. Even in this weather the room seemed to cool. His presence had a greater effect than his stature would indicate; he radiated power. Of course, the pair of 250lb suits on either shoulder helped. Eyes stared down into dr
The BrideShe smiled to the mirror.The Bride4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. Her dress was beautiful, she was dashing, and it was amatter of waiting.
She saw her smile, so perfect. It was broadened at the thought of her husband to be. For a moment she didn't think of anything but him.
The flowers in the hands of her reflection were wilting. Her liner and mascara dripped down a wrinkled face. The smile was as perfect as hers, but the eyes were red with tears.
When her mother went to look for the happy bride, she only found the flowers on the floor and two lines of dripping liner on the mirror.
A Dark OmenI didn't open my eyes, but I felt the presence. From the corner next to the window I knew someone was watching me. I finally gathered the nerve to sit up and face whoever. The problem was I was facing myself.A Dark Omen4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Though it was dark, I could see it was me, with at least a decade on my shoulders and white hairs to prove it. I was wearing a worn and torn brown leather jacket, and I thought I could smell burnt and blood.
"Who are you?" I needed to confirm.
"You know the answer," I replied with a harsh raspy voice.
"What happened to you?"
"Anarchy," my older reflection answered with a cough.
I had a feeling there wasn't much more time, so I skipped to the point.
"What must I know?"
I spilled a ball of bright red before I answered.
FFM 2015, July 31 - Never Screw Over A HackerThe code was finished. I chewed on my stalk of celery to calm my nerves. The only light in the room was the moon and the monitor. Everything was done, everything perfect. There would be no reprieve, no forgiveness, not for her.FFM 2015, July 31 - Never Screw Over A Hacker6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Excelsior!" I whispered quietly and pressed enter. The code that would be the vessel of my judgement began to compile.
I swiveled on my chair and looked out the window. In the far distance the USS Dauntless was barely visible. On its deck was the experimental rail gun that they called Terminus - the end terminal, the final stop. It was nothing but an amorphous mass in the dark, but I knew the barbarian prowess it was capable of.
Something beeped behind me. I turned back towards the monitor and was met with an error message. I was completely flabbergasted - how could my perfect, pulchritudinous code betray me? 'Line 345 - error'. Useless. In the twinkle of an eye, I had scrolled down to the offending line. I saw nothing wrong with it, which meant the offe
The Cat Shows GraceThe Cat Shows Grace6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her e we go – some Assam tea today. I’ve been trying to find a blend I can safely serve to my customers if they wish to discuss matters, and this week this is the leaf of choice.
It may surprise you to know that there have been quite a few occasions where, in addition to availing myself of the opportunity to add to my collection from those I visited, I ended up doing something for them as well. Let me give you an example.
In 1972, Idi Amin kicked the Asian business owners out of Uganda, and a lot of them came to the UK, settling in places like Leicester. As a result, the rather drab colours of that decade were often blasted away by a blaze of colour in those areas, and a lot of people were attracted to that style and colour of clothing.
A year or so later, I had come to Leicester with the intention of visiting a few homes, and one particular one was in the area many of these immigrants against their will had settled. Getting in was easy enough, as I
A Virus, a Legend, and a Whole Bunch of CarrotsAs soon as I enter Jakob’s room, I know I wouldn’t want to stay long. Blackout curtains hung over the windows, producing an eldritch feeling, despite nothing inherently terrifying in there besides for maybe the Five Night’s at Freddy’s poster on the wall over his bed. The air in the room was so humid and moist, I was sure it was a perfectly suitable environment for mushrooms to grow, but I’m not sure how any living human creature could live in it.A Virus, a Legend, and a Whole Bunch of Carrots7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jakob quickly sat down at his desk in which three of his computer monitors sat (he definitely prides himself on his technology). He unlocked his computer, revealing some amorphous blob with a face as his background. I didn’t even want to ask what it was. He pulled up Google chrome and immediately began Googling the very thing of interest to us.
Jakob is supposedly extremely smart, and supposedly he can find anything in a matter of seconds (he’d definitely be a Hufflepuff) but today he was taking forev
a tree bloomed.tabby the grandfather clock cat observed the empty, quiet house. she remembered it once full of people, this being gertrude and corndog mayor's home, but populated with their friends. it was strange; since corndog mayor had taken power everything had become stable; new sky panels were still being installed up in the atmosphere, but full universal decolonisation had occurred through peaceful means. and yet it felt like nothing had changed; people still lived, really cool shades still cut down trees, etc. this house was quiet, though, and tabby felt the ivy within ready to claim it as their own, it was poignantly beautiful. suddenly, gertrude broke through the window, gasping for air. her squidness had gone back to her usualness. she looked up at tabby and jumped. "oh my word," she exclaimed. "you actually exist?!" tabby nodded. "where is everyone?" tabby motioned towards the tower. "oh," gertrude said, "i heard about that. oh, i was a fool to run away... do you think corndog mayor willa tree bloomed.8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it was beautiful. finally, he felt at peace. whocorndog mayor looked at his new dominion (everything). it was beautiful. finally, he felt at peace. "who wants new houses" he said. "can me, tomato and banana have a house together in the big apple please," Spartacus said. "so we can be closer to the pride events and stuff" "sure thing" corndog mayor made it so. "i wouldn't mind a bigger hut in the forest" really cool shades said. "so be it" and it was. "and you, yelpin?" "i... i want to get a spaceship and go into space. i need time to think" "alright" a spaceship materialised in front of them all yelpin got in. "thank you all very much, i'll stay in contact by altering the constellations into letters back home. goodbye" and he blasted off into the further galaxy. "well," corndog mayor said, "that seems to be that. enjoy your new homes, everyone!" they all dispersed, leaving corndog mayor to his work. he had a lot to do.it was beautiful. finally, he felt at peace. who8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Missing PiecesShe wakes in a cold sweat and unable to remember why.Missing Pieces9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sitting up, she looks around the darkened room. Her husband is asleep beside her, his shaggy copper red hair splayed on the pillow. The white cat lays on top of the covers at their feet. Luminous green eyes blink slowly at her. She brushes her hair out of her face and lets out her breath in a sigh, then pulls the cat into a hug, shutting her eyes.
It’s not the first time this has happened, and she can never remember the dream.
When she tells her husband about it in the morning, he looks troubled, but says nothing, only hugs her. She expresses frustration that she can’t remember what it was that made her so unsettled in the first place. He mutters that it’s better that way, and she blinks at him curiously and questions him until he admits the truth. She did know at one time. Once, she did remember what it was that troubled her so, and it broke her, shattered her.
The truth is better left hidden and obscured. Somehow
Impulse - PC: AremisSShe thought that she would have been able to keep herself in check.Impulse - PC: AremisS10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Such primitive urge should have been an easy feat for her to suppress, or so she had thought. If anything, her initially mild thirst constantly worsened as she continuously paid it no mind throughout the school week. Of course, her want to at least live as a normal human had managed to pull her through the few days without blood, but it was starting to physically affect her. Bouts of dizziness and sudden nausea made daily life a pain in general, and normal human food did not satisfy her, needless to say water didn’t as well.
Somehow or rather, she managed to reach the end of the week, without any disaster happening. The dangerously limited blood tablets she had been surviving on had ran out, causing her to appear rather pale and sickly on the outside. Perhaps it was a good thing that she wasn’t acquainted to many people in the school, besides her ever busy only two friends— Yori and Yuuki.
FFM31:Facetious CarrotA blue hydra twined around and through part of the list. Bobby had shaded it with black ink and red marker. One of the heads wore a top hat and monocle and bore an uncomfortable resemblance to Mrs. Graeber, his English Lit teacher.FFM31:Facetious Carrot11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Celery Moon Forgiveness Excelsior!” he said, “Judgment Dauntless Terminus Amorphous Barbarian Flabbergasted Pulchritudinous Twinkle Ennui Anagnorisis Ethanol Skank Defenestrate Moist Summoned Chiaroscuro Legend Elemental Eldritch Unfurling Ending Cicatrize Catalyst Codpiece Facetious Carrot.”
“Facetious Carrot,” I said.
If I hadn’t been holding the list it would have come out in an unintelligible rush. With the list I could mostly understand him. Ok, that was a lie. I never understood him. Bobby was like an ancient language without a Rosetta Stone on his good days. He was like a tornado filled with mustard on his worst.
“Is that everything?” I asked. Pulchritudinous seemed like an odd choice for an eight
Annabel LeeI still remember the day I met my beautiful Annabel Lee. It may have been over fifty years ago, but I've made sure to never forget that moment by visiting her every day. Lying beside my deceased love's grave has only encouraged the memory to be relished. We were both children, she was seven and I eight, when we bumped into each other on a camping ground. I have loved her since and she I. People told us we were young and naive, and that we would soon each forget the other and find another lover, but I have proved them wrong by bringing Annabel Lee a fresh bouquet of flower every other day. The love we have for one another is stronger than what two other people can ever share.Annabel Lee12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Annabel Lee may have lied still for a decade, but I still love her more than I will ever anyone else. We will love each other, even until death do us part.
RelicsThe Melinoë club was rife with chauvinism and prejudice. This was in no small part due to the high proportion of ghosts among the clientele. Ghosts are nothing if not traditionalists, and that goes doubly for rich, white businessmen ghosts.Relics12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ulysses Pierson was one of the relatively few living members. The living were as welcome here as the dead, but given that members' souls belonged to the club in perpetuity, the scales had begun to unbalance somewhat. Less welcome was his progressive attitude.
“I'm not necessarily saying the system should be dismantled. Not entirely. I'm just saying there's a moral component that nobody is discussing.”
“Because it's fruitless,” said Lord Foswick M. Furlong, ghost. “There is no fruit to be had. If the halflings weren't in the mines and the trolls weren't in the fields, they'd be causing chaos in the streets and everything we've built would come crashing down spectacularly.”
“Have you seen how they live? D
The Unsaleable SnakeThe pet shop on the corner was always advertising for a 'Saturday girl', which was discrimination really, but it didn't matter because no one ever wanted the job. In fact when I went in to apply, summoned by the need to fund my art box, Miss Ball didn't care that I was a boy. I'm not sure she even noticed.The Unsaleable Snake12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'Lovely to see you, dear,' she said, on my first day. 'We're open till five thirty, which means going home in the dark this time of year.'
'That's fine,' I said. 'I only live across the road.'
'How wonderful. I have to take the train all the way to the north terminus to get home. Of course, it's a full moon next weekend. You must go home early if there is any chance of you transforming into a wolf.'
I looked at her. She looked at me. I didn't know whether to laugh or not. There was no smile on her lips or twinkle in her eye. In fact, I admit, I was flabbergasted.
'No?' she said.
'No, Miss Ball.'
She was the reason no o
Upping The Heat - FFM day 31You know, I never thought I'd say this (well, write it, but whatever) but sometimes chopsticks really can save your life.Upping The Heat - FFM day 3113 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tepenyaki - a seriously good way to eat Japanese food. And as a casual 18th birthday party, it serves well - literally.
Jokes aside though, we had a great time. It was sort of like a food-fight and sort of like a culinary-awesomeness show, and we stayed until almost midnight - which was when they made dessert.
It was something that required copious amounts of fire (my inner pyromaniac had no issues with that) and a fair amount of something that looked like rice.
I was pretty excited - until I realised the rice wasn't rice at all, but tiny pieces of plastic explosive.
Which is highly flammable.
It started out a bit like tiny fireworks. Then everyone hit the deck as about a hundred went off at once and we all ended up with one less eyebrow (which sucked for this one guy who only had one eyebrow to begin with).
The whole grill was going up in flames, the rice-explosive
A visit from my past*doorbell rings*A visit from my past16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So. Here it is. Your past.
But I didn't order that.
Na, it's free, don't worry.
But I don't want that.
Well, then git rid of it.
But – but, you brought it here!
It's YOUR past, after all.
So what am I supposed to do with it?
To be honest, that's none of my business. Excuse me, I'd love to chat with you a bit more, but I gotta go.
(My past is lying on the floor in front of me, awkwardly blocking the way out. I consider going in my room and hiding under the blankets but then I can't help but take closer look. That past of mine is hideous, and I shiver as I look at it. It smells a bit like that homeless drunk guy on your last subway ride. It doesn't do anything. It's just lying there and whining a little. I go back to my desk, put on some music and start to work.)
My past: *whines*
Me: *turns the volume up*
My past: *whines louder*
(This repeats several times.)
(Eventually, I give up.)
Me: (slamming the table with m
Trust Me“I’ll draw their fire.” Mana says. She sits on the giant bird she just created, hands gripping tightly onto the harness. “That should give Clayton and Xander some cover.”Trust Me17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Many members of their party nodded in agreement; as long as their enemies are focused on Clayton and Xander, they will never be able to regroup. Keahi is not one of those people, however, and she pushes her way to the front to meet her. “No, it’s too dangerous.” She sternly adds when Mana opens her mouth to protest, “then I’m going with you.”
Her stomach twists when Mana simply shakes her head. “You can’t, Keahi,” Mana answers, gently. “People need you here.”
And though Keahi won’t admit it, she knows she’s right. For as long as she can remember, she’s always looked out for her sister. She wishes she could do that longer, but those days are long over. Mana is no longer someone who needs protection. This wo
Naturally.“It is, of course, proven that the world rests upon the backs of four elephants, who in turn stand upon a great turtle with a most broad shell.” The world agrees.Naturally.18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Naturally the conclusion is drawn that the planet is flat, from these findings here.” This is true.
“The Earth is doubtlessly the center of the visible universe. It is understandably impossible to prove the same for the invisible universe, but such a same result is expected.” Unquestionably correct.
“Twelve gods preside as rulers. The countless others are here as well – they live atop the mountain there.” Naturally.
“Lightning is God’s justice. It is divine energy meant to bring retribution to the evil.” Understood.
“The computer is a fallacy. No family needs one, and they will find little use outside of large businesses.” We know.
“The atomic bomb will not go off. I speak as an explosives expert.” It is confirmed.
It's PoetryJoanna clutched her head in her hands, glaring down at the paper in front of her. Scattered along the floor were crumpled pieces, beginning to build up along the edge of her desk. “This freaking thing!” she shouted, banging her pencil down.It's Poetry18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At the sound of angry shouting, Parker warily knocked on the door before sticking his head in. “Everything alright Sis?”
“No,” she moaned, burying her face in her hands. “How can people do this?”
He stepped in, nudging paper out of the way with his toes. “What’s got you in a tizzy?”
She thrust the paper at him, and he took it gingerly, finding himself holding what appeared to an attempted poem. He read over it a few times, trying to decipher what she was trying to say before setting it lightly on the desk. “Well it’s…interesting to say the least. Great use of freeform style, and-“
“It freaking sucks, don’t lie.” She looked up and glared at him
Volcano IncomingMy eyes took a moment to adjust to the blue light in Combat but I didn't wait for them to do so as I turned and approached the radar console and put my hand on my fellow operator's shoulder.Volcano Incoming20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“What have we got?”
He yawned and removed his headset, letting me place it on my head as he indicated the screen and I followed his finger with my eyes.
“We've got three Tarnegian gunships in the area, one of them is along the Tarneg coastline just south of the North-South border and the other two are down south around Batsu Island.”
“Nah, lots of oil rigs, some fishing ships but nothing else, Air Side isn't reporting any air targets and there aren't any merchants in the area.”
I pointed to three circles north of us. “What's that?”
“Oh, that's the Timber Wolf, they've been up there all morning conducting flight ops. Ghost Rider is providing shotgun and Gargoyle is riding tail.”
“Copy that, we're still con