Because I Don't JustFab.ComI hadn't planned to kill her with my $1,000 leopard-and-gold-bangles shoe. I mean...I'd planned killing her. Hell, I had journals FULL of techniques. Improperly cooked blowfish delivered to her favorite table in her favorite restaurant was the one I'd been leaning toward. The problem was, Demii (emphasis on the double-i) was a snake in blonde ringlets and Louis Vuitton. A very gorgeous, very LOTIONED snake.Because I Don't JustFab.Com4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Snakes have a bad habit of...slipping out of things, if you know what I mean, and Demii's engagement ring had a bad habit of falling off. Including, just before I shoved my stiletto through her right eye, my ex-boyfriend's crystal-lined fishbowl. The expensive four piece suit from Ann Taylor she HAD to have were bound to follow, and I could only imagine the reaction Facebook acquaintances would have to finding out my fiance had left me for someone else the night before our wedding. Again.
Micro-fiction contest entry - ''Undead''Sirens filled the air in the distance, mingling with the sounds of gunfire and shouting. It wouldn't do any good. The undead were already flooding the streets. However slow and shambling, the sheer number would overwhelm the remaining police officers. They should have left when they had the chance. I crept through the alleyway, unseen. Survivors were violent. It seems people become irrational and selfish when their world is ending. Nobody is safe. I stopped suddenly, hearing a noise nearby. A young girl panted as she ran, clutching a single can of beans in her arms. She desperately clung to her food... It reminded me of my own hunger. She screamed as I leapt onto her, apparently unaware of my position in the shadows. Her screams were cut short as I bore my teeth into her throat. Dry, rasping moans surrounded us as others came to join in my feast.Micro-fiction contest entry - ''Undead''4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Zombie Apocalypse by DeDorgoth
Hide and go..Hide and go..7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ding Dong hurry up I'm waiting
A cold voice sings. He whips around. "what? Who's there..."
He is a boy of no more then eight.
He hears a creak from below his bedroom. He shivers. " Not again!" He screams.
Ding Dong hurry up i'm starving
"You won't have me!"
He grabs a small toy. "you want to play that badly, huh?"
Ding dong, hurry up I'm waiting...
He reaches out for a weapon, but finds nothing to beat the toy over the head with. " fine, I'll play. I'll play your stupid game!'
He tiptoes down the stirs, shivering.....
The toy lies imp, but soon a cold smile spreads across the stitched face.
The boy turns the television on , he grabs salt water, and stares into the button eyes of the toy. it stares back.
He sets it in the bthroom.
He runs, forgetting important words. He whipsa round at the creak. "aah!" Blood shoots ot of his throat.
"You set me free, my friend...Good bye forever, boy."
He lies dead on
31 Days of Spooks: Day 20Ashe slipped through the gates to the graveyard just before they closed. The sun had only minuets before fully setting and Ashe wanted peace. Besides, fences and gates can’t really lock her in, not when she can easily jump them.31 Days of Spooks: Day 2013 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She could have visited during the day, but the bundle she carried would have caused to many questions she didn’t want to answer.
She headed quietly towards Mag’s grave and sat down on the grass just in front of his stone. Tossing away the dead flowers in the vase, she replaced it with new ones. Then she pulled back the bundle’s cover and two golden eyes blinked up at her. She smiled and placed the small dragon on the ground, “Its Daddy. You remember Daddy.”
The child sniffed the grave before curling up by the flower and whimpered.
“Yeah…I miss him too…”
31 Days of Spooks: Day 17"Wren! Arceus, Wren, stay with me. Please!" The Flygon Paladin took his sister’s hand, scared at how cold it had become. She was pale now, paler then normal and her breathing was labored.31 Days of Spooks: Day 1713 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"No, Wren, you can’t. What about your summons?’
"Please…take care of them…"
"I can’t. You can’t die. Fluffy, can’t you keep her warm?"
The bug settled on the Dragonair’s chest, but she didn’t know if she could do any good. The illness had gone too far. Wren was dieing and they all knew it. It was only a matter of how long until she passed away.