AlyoshaMother had decided it was foolishness; well meant foolishness, but foolishness nonetheless. He had gotten no understanding from his siblings and he hadn't truly expected it. His reasoning was not something with explanation he wanted to think about, not when distrust of humans made much more sense, with the knowledge he had two sisters he had never met so far away, in a place they would never be able to meet because of the actions of the usually land bound creatures. Even their ways of moving through the water were cruel, with hard, sharp edges and spinning parts that churned up foam and bubbles and sliced skin so easily as his own dorsal showed.Alyosha24 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Even he had traded curiosity for caution in regards to those who had two tails and used terrible things to do their acts of violence and pain.
But one human in the water was no threat, was it?
The sea had been uneven and choppy that day, tossing the human vessel he had seen in the distance from side to side. Recently the boats had seemed more c
Keep still."Hush", she whispered, "they are coming."Keep still.9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
birdyit had been an hour since you began to stare up at the ceiling fan, small body resting on our bed. i wondered if it was because you felt like you were going in circles, too.birdy12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“i don’t know what to do anymore”
your voice was quiet, as if you had said some sort of secret. you reminded me of a baby bird, too early fallen from the nest. no matter how hard you beat your wings, you were stuck on the ground.
it had started with me watching you fall asleep, and now all i could see was you falling apart. i didn’t believe in god and yet i sent empty prayers to see you better. when you asked me what was wrong with you, i never knew what to say.
i wanted to reach out and touch you, but you were brittle, and i was afraid. i was afraid that you’d shatter into dust, the last traces of you glittering in the golden deluge of evening light.
“take me somewhere nice”
it was a plea i couldn’t answer -- i didn’t know where nice was. i though
EnchantingMerlin awoke with a start.Enchanting13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
He had been dreaming of the beauteous Nimue - a dream so sweet that he would have loved to sleep longer. She had seemed so real! His little darling was dear to him in every way. How well he remembered her wonderful smile and the light in her eyes.
Alas it was only a dream. Of late, he had seen some evidence of Nimue confessing that she loved him and had been only teasing him. Such things were convincing to those who wanted to believe them, but after all of the teasing, the wizard had a right to be skeptical.
Since the young nymph had never met Merlin on any occasion when he offered to meet her and since the last two encounters with her minions had been punitive to say the least, the magician could only come to one conclusion. The loving thoughts which had been sent his way must have been sent to him by one or more imposters who had been watching his folly the entire time. They must know all of Nimue's secrets! If Nimue had truly loved him, t
Not-Dad Her not-dad was staring at her with hopeful eyes. “Sit.” Jessica commanded. “Stay.” He lowered himself into the kitchen chair, but sprang right up. “Treat?” He asked.Not-Dad17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“Sit.” Jessica ordered. “Stay.”
This time, her not-dad stayed, but he wriggled in the chair and held out his hand. Jessica sighed. “All right.” She tossed him a few blueberries which her not-dad shoved into his mouth.
“Good boy.” He said. “Good man.”
“Yes, good boy. No, stay.” He sank back down, a sheepish expression on his face.
Serious Business"Let's be mommies together!" excitedly suggested Kelly on the first day of spring.Serious Business17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Fresh from their fruity pink bubble baths, Kelly and Dana retrieved their cloth dolls from their bedroom and resumed their playdate in the garden. There they lounged comfortably on the clean, fluffy grass, cooing and carefree in their soft cotton sundresses. The two young mommies took very good care of their pretend girlies.
At midmorning, they held hands and walked down the wandering country road to a small clearing, where their friendgirls all noticed them and exuberantly welcomed them. Kelly and Dana sat crisscross applesauce with the other young ladies for circle time, where they all made each other flower crowns, blew dandelion wishes, and read each other their favorite picture books. They all hugged, said goodbye, and returned to their cottages for morning tea.
Kelly and Dana rested side by side on their porch swing and shared a great big bowl of sweet, juicy fruit salad until their little tummies
Follow MeThese past silent hours had been a blessing, but now Alyosha found himself wondering how far the storms had taken him. There were no calls from his pod, and here he found less ice. How long had it been? He remembered vague variations in light when he had breached for wave impeded breaths, but with the clouds and the rain, the sleet and the lightning and thunder, there had been no way to orient himself even as he tried desperately to follow what he thought were his mother's calls. Where would Aleksey be? And little Mishka? With mother, he could only hope, but hope didn't provide him any answers. Still weary and now cautious, he let out wave of sound, closing his eyes as the echoes came back with outlines of plants and rocks and a few fish.Follow Me18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Hunger reminded him of its existence with a harsh wave of pain that left him stroking his flippers through the water, flukes pumping with what little energy he had left. He was used to hunting with his pod and to do so alone seemed impossible. He coul
Computers...I was babysitting ten-year-old Josh. The brunette lad sat barefoot at his computer, with a can of coke in one hand and his feet propped up on the sofa next to me. I stared at the television, bored out of my brain. Josh was currently playing a computer game, and whilst I wasn’t too interested, I listened to what he had to say hen he explained things to me.Computers...18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“Shouldn’t you do something else besides computer games and coke-drinking?” I asked.
“Nah I’m good,” said Josh. I turned to look at him, and when I did, all I saw were his feet.
“You sure? Because I thought I was supposed to look after you and play games with you today, not sit here whilst you played games and drank that stuff,” I said with a chuckle.
Josh wiggled his toes by way of a response. It was too overwhelming now. I reached out and skittered my fingers across the soles of his feet. The boy burst out laughing, his toes curling as he pulled his legs back.
welcome to my heartmy first love was a beautiful boy who was all legs and ribs and blue eyes and feathers. he gave me a feather the day he told me that we could join hands and walk home, it was a fallen peacock feather and that should have been foreshadowing. as time passed he rose towards the clear blue skies and i sank into the mud, but he didn’t notice because my eyes were so brown already. he said i twinkled like his stars, when it was really hellfire burning in my veins and dripping from the slits in my hips. when he realized this we had a disagreement, but it was resolved when i apologized and agreed to drink the holy water that poured from the grey clouds that i had pulled onto the set. we went to a masquerade party and that was when he realized that he didn’t really know me, that he had only seen my fleshy mask under the turquoise and silver one i wore that night. the gemstones must have looked too much like tears and he didn’t want someone who was sad. so he broke things off anwelcome to my heart1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Tierra Firma [APH Spain Mexico oneshot]Spain ordered for certain things to be brought to his chambers immediately. He had work to do. Although he had triumphed over The Aztec Empire, he was not yet done. He needed this land to be his, completely and officially. The shimmering, extravagant capital city had made it clear that there was wealth here. If he could control this land, Spain could be richer than any other country in Europe, richer than he ever dreamed possible. He, the discarded bastard son of Rome, would no longer be a collection of warring kingdom; he would be an empire of his own. He now held everything he needed to establish that dominance in the form of a young boy.Tierra Firma [APH Spain Mexico oneshot]1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Aztec’s son had cried against him as they had left Tenochititlan, but the tears had dried quickly, leaving only dry shudders in their place. Apparently exhausted by the grief, he had fallen asleep. Spain’s heart had fluttered as the child wrapped his tiny arms around his neck instinctively for comfort. Something paternal that Spain
The FlightA sickeningly sweet voice announced over the PA. “British Airways flight 6218 to London will begin boarding in 15 minutes.”The Flight2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
This is a voice I had heard one too many times – one too many flights. I sat and watched as Self paced back-and-forth along the aisle. I smiled and patted the empty seat next to me on the sterile black-upholstered chrome seats.
Reluctantly, Self sat down.
“Well, here we go again, Self.” I remarked with a sigh.
“How many times have we taken this flight now?” Self asked.
I paused to consider, counting on each finger, then stopped. “I can’t remember. Too many. At least 7 times now. A few more if you count when I was a child.”
Self nodded. “This is one I am not looking forward to.”
I smiled in agreement. “Yes, I have a feeling this may be the last time. Your father is not going to be around much longer, I’m afraid. Been gone now for the past two decades. You know he is stubborn and pri
Cheeky monkey!The seven-year-old was being playful and cheeky. Almost too cheeky. He was running around trying to irritate his brothers and parents, but in a playful, child-like way. The boy’s parents and older siblings chuckled at his antics. However the boy overstepped his mark. He grabbed his older brother’s sides and squeaked, racing off. The older teen jumped.Cheeky monkey!2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“WAHAY!” the sixteen-year-old cried. Their parents chuckled and the older teen glared at his brother playfully. “I’m gonna get you for that!” he cried. The little boy squealed and bolted out of the family house, with the teenager hot on his heels. In no time, the teenaged boy caught up with the younger lad, grabbing him and swinging him over his shoulder. He walked back into the house and dropped the little boy to the couch.
“Right you!” he cried, grabbing the boy’s sides and squeezing them. The boy’s father chuckled at the two siblings playing and placed his newspaper down
The Window“Sonder - n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.”The Window2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
He takes a sip of his beer bottle and leans his forehead against the window pane. He was looking down at the street; I swear he could have been looking straight down at me. But I was shrouded in darkness, my jacket as black as the night that surrounded me. My hands were shoved into my hoodie’s pockets as I gawked at the stranger. He didn’t know me. I didn’t know him. He would never care about me. I would never move from this spot until I made sure that he was okay. Something about tonight just felt off to me. Something was telling me to stay put and just watch this man. He looked miserable but I could barely see his expression. He looked like he was screaming out for help but his mouth was closed shut. He looked like he wanted to lean forward a bit more and keep on falling until he found himself next to me. So instead of two lost souls h
Flash Oct'15: Kelis [Princess]Rain was pouring. Cats and dogs. Cats. Plum.Flash Oct'15: Kelis [Princess]2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Hadn’t seen him since lunch. It was bed time now. So worried.
Worried enough to sneak out.
Andy caught me as I dropped from the kitchen window. Shined the flashlight in his face. He stuck out his tongue. Silly.
“We’ll find em, don’t you worry!”
We didn’t. Walked back to my house. Soaked and Defeated.
Mama was on the porch. Hands on her hips. Not happy.
“...Plum was missing.”
“That cat was cozy, sleepin' in the linen closet”
Andy was dying. Mama shook her head.
“Get yo tails back in this house.”
In Theory - Day 273The two had been paired against their will.In Theory - Day 2732 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
They did not know each other, but they already knew they were not fond of each other. One was filled with tenacity and daring courage, while the other was cautious but brutal. In theory they should have worked well together, but instead it became a screaming match of who got what item because reasons.
As they bickered and eventually resorted to name calling, one of the opponents they were being forced to battle in this tag team game of war crept up behind them, and slaughtered the pair easily.
They both rage quit as they . . . raged, at their computer screens, spouting obscenities at the game that would make even Satan cringe with awkwardness.
Had the two worked together, perhaps they could have won. Instead, there corpses were being . . . uh, let's say . . . disgraced.
Drunk December MischiefI spent what little afternoon exists this late in the year barreling through white wine after white wine until well after the sun went down. As the moon came up, I started doodling on cocktail napkins my drunken approximation of what I remembered of Wiles' proof of Fermat's Last Theorem. Somehow this led to a fistfight, I think due to my disparagement of humanities degrees and/or of COBOL, and now that's a bar I'm no longer welcome at, so I headed for the next one. As I did, I swore to complete the degree I drank myself out of so long ago if it took every penny I could steal, even though I knew and know there's little point at my age. A storm boiled up, so I danced through taunting the lightning, a display in retrospect unwise, not due to any god's fury, but due to it costing me service at the second bar. Now miles from home and unwilling to walk to the next bar down in the rain, I went instead to the apartment of an old "friend," in whose bed the wine whiDrunk December Mischief2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
10 Minute Story |Action| - Don't Wake The Devil"What are you doing?! Run! NOW!"10 Minute Story |Action| - Don't Wake The Devil2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
In just a few seconds, my entire life flashed right in front of my eyes. How did things suddenly become this way? The both of us were finally seeing each other again after so long, so why did this have to happen?
"I'M NOT LEAVING YOU BEHIND, IDIOT."
I couldn't waste anymore time. From here on, I know it was either kill.. or be killed. To be honest, if I knew ten minutes ago that this was going to happen, I wouldn't have chosen to walk through this dark alley that serves as a shortcut to where I was headed to. But it was the first time in six years that I was finally going to see him again. I just couldn't wait.
I wanted to get to him as quickly as possible.
"Look, unlike you, I grew up all roughed up. I can handle this. So if you can keep up with me, do it. Otherwise, YOU run."
I knew I sounded crazy considering I'm the woman and he's the man here, but we both know it's true anyway. When faced with a situation like this where you me
Molting DayThe feeling of tightness in your scales was the first sign that the day of your next skin-shedding was about to come.Molting Day2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Over the past few days, the sensation has intensified, spreading throughout your body as your skin felt tighter and tighter. Finally, just this morning, your scaly hide began to split.
You lock yourself in your bedroom and take off all your clothes. Examining yourself in the mirror, you find the telltale rip in your scales, the vulnerable layer of skin visible underneath.
You can just reach the spot. Catching the loose layer of skin to one side, you pull, but the skin fails to give. You fetch a skinning knife that you keep around for this exact reason, and lightly apply it, gently slicing the skin open like tape under a box cutter.
Soon the opening is large enough that you can slip it over your head. You pull the skin down as though you were taking off a costume, carefully slipping your limbs out of it.
Finally, your former layer of scales
The Moon Wolf's Nightmares Pt. 9 I woke up. Wait. I woke up? Aren't I supposed to be dead? There was a ringing in my ear. How long has it been since that moment? "Alice?" I called out hoping she would answer me. "Why?" I heard from the other side of the cell, "Why would you just throw your life away?" I got up, holding my right ear. "Why would you put yourself through pain for others?" "I wish I knew myself." I said decently quietly. "Shouldn't I be dead right now?" I asked. "Yes. And it's my fault that you are alive right now. I stopped the bullet, but forgot about the recoil and momentum of the gun, so it hit your head instead of the bullet." she explained. I heard her get up, and slowly walk over to me, as if her balance was off. By a lot. "Alice...?" I said as I got up. I felt her shove her whole body towards me. She fell asleep standing up. "Sheesh..." I said, hoping not to wake her up. She was probably tired, having just killed two people, and saved another. I laid her down on the bed, remembering were itThe Moon Wolf's Nightmares Pt. 93 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes