The Words of the ProphetThe Words of the ProphetThe Words of the Prophet22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
From Kahlil Gibran’s “The Prophet”
One mid-evening in late December, there came to the town of Arkham, in Massachusetts, Northeastern United States, a gaunt, emaciated and pale figure like a man with an almost deathlike visage. He stood eight feet tall and still as a statue of Isle of Man and gazed silently at the men in their shops and the children playing innocently in the fields. He watched them closely for five minutes, and they watched him nervously, wondering why he came. Then, he turned to the menfolk and said,
“There shall come an hour, date and time unknown to men, when all shall be as nothing. Your homes will be leveled to the earth, as though blown by a hurricane, your families scattered across the surface and wandering homeless, your works and your projects blown by great winds; and you shall find no recourse. For, that hour, that date, that time is known only to the Great Old Ones. They shall return at that time. Know only t
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All that mattered was the end result, her chance to make things right.
A small sense of relief came on the day she finally captured her prey, but she knew there was work yet to be done.
In a small room on a large ship, she stood in front of the piece of filth she owed so much to. And she was going to repay all of it, with interest.
He hit her. She bound his hands.
Not anywhere close.
He kicked her. She tied up his legs.
His teeth clamped down on her arm. She slapped him, then stuffed his mouth with a gag.
He swept his bound legs behind her to try and knock her down. She kicked him in the head.
I don't think so.
He spat at her. It was thick and bloody. She stomped on his ribs and he convulsed.
RecyclingSue woke up with a jolt. She threw on her dressing gown and rushed outside, hoping that she hadn’t left it too late. She'd forgotten to put the bins out.Recycling15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She grabbed one wheelie bin, wheeled it down the driveway and out onto the road. It was a constant irritation that the bin men wouldn’t come up her driveway to collect it, when it was always conspicuously there, but they didn’t. She had even confronted one of them about it, but he’d just said in a dismissive cockney yawp that no can do love, not insured isn’t it.
Having deposited the bin, she looked down along her quiet suburban road. The bins were all lined up neatly, undisturbed. This was a reliable indication that they hadn’t been yet. Usually they left the bins in terrible disarray, almost wilfully parking them in the middle of driveways when they were emptied.
Just last week, she saw her next door neighbour, Terry, a man in his sixties, slam his brakes on in the middle of the street when he alm
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The Walking Dead
Era una tarde con los hermanos Flynn-Fletcher de 18-19 años. Estaban los chicos viendo TV, todo iba bien. Pero pasaba algo ahí, Isabella renunció al amor de Phineas (Que!?) Había pasado tanto tiempo que...se arrepintió, pero lo que no sabe, era que justo cuando renunció, Phineas empezó a sentir algo por ella...
Estaban hay todos Phineas, Isabella, Ferb, Fernando y Katalina. Katalina no a cambiado absurdamente nada, pero mas adelante alguien de ese grupo cambiara, lo presiento...
Phineas.-Y que quieren hacer hoy?
Fernando.-Podemos ir al cine...
Katalina.-O no hacer nada..
Fernando.-Katalina, son las vacaciones. En unas semanas entraremos a la universidad...
Katalina.-Exacto, son vacaciones. Tenemos que descansar...
Isabella vio su reloj, se levanto apurada por la hora y empezó a alistar sus cosas
Isabella.-Me tengo que ir..
Ferb.-¿A dónde vas?
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With fear they run together through the forest, trying to escape the inevitable.
I still remenber their faces, their innocence i can't forget, they didn't know anything in that time.
But now they would beg to continue innocent.
When they would taste the darkness and the flesh, and their their sanity and personality would be taken away from them.
Now lost, away from each other.
They still talk but can't touch, they listen but can't see.
Like a road in the darkness that leads to madness, to see what can't be seen, to hear what can't be heard, to think like never before.
Such dark wisdom would have a price so big, and yet it was not their choice to pay for it.
But perharps they can choose how to judge the one to blame for the changes.