Paranoia - Day 76I swear to god, something is following me.Paranoia - Day 761 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Just, all day, I could just feel it, just, there. I can feel it staring at me, right now. But I can't see it. I can't hear it, I can't smell it, but I know the bastard is there.
It started this morning. I woke up, had breakfast, the usual deal. I had the day off, so no worries about being in a rush for anything. Hell, I was planning on watching House of Cards all day. But, something just felt off. I just, didn't feel, secure. I don't know why. I just felt really jittery and nervous, all of a sudden. I just put it off, telling myself I'm just tired, or having a sugar rush or something.
But, later, I went out to the shops, noticing I was out of milk, and, the feeling hadn't gone away. In fact, it had steadily gotten worse and worse throughout the day. I couldn't explain it, it was just, kinda happening. Anyway, I went to the shops just to get a couple of things: Eggs, bread, milk, the classics of an everyday shopping list. Everyone I walked past
Attack of the Killer BriefcaseOath was so nervous, she was shaking. Not solely because they had a test today; she and King could handle that.Attack of the Killer Briefcase1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No, she was nervous because Dr. Quadratic had released his sharp-toothed, proxy-hating briefcase into the school halls and dorms, with orders to capture it and return it to him alive.
Reaching their locker, Oath realized how quiet the halls were. She wasn’t sure if it was because students were trying to avoid another one of Dr. Folir’s tests, or if they were all in their dorms recovering from briefcase attacks.
‘Probably both,’ King said nonchalantly.
“K-…Kiiiiiiiiing…!” Oath whined quietly. She looked around her. There was Angel, walking briskly towards the bathroom; and Frost, who gave Oath a wave before walking on. Oath waved back, reminding herself that he wanted to officially meet her. It would have to wait until after the test.
After grabbing her science book and stuffing it in their bag, Oath closed the locker and headed
We Are Doomed!I cannot believe that the impossible has happened. One of the specimens managed to withstand the process, surviving to see the light of day. It mutated beyond our capacity to conceive. Our agenda never allowed for their freedom after vaccination, the world is far from ready to comprehend the truth, to discover our manic exploitation of the meek. The gates of ridicule would open; we would all be ruined.We Are Doomed!1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Why were we so stupid, after the devastation of the battles, all the death, and smoldering bodies? I still cannot believe it. How could we leave Sector Two unguarded? Idiots, they are all idiots. The best security money can buy, honestly? I know that is what those feeble old men said in their brief. I listened, although I knew we should have taken more precautions. We are smarter than that. Now, the disease is free. Our only hope is the quarantine or eradication of the contagion, whatever comes first.
I will not believe what we are seeing from the plane overhead. Oh God, it’s as if
Request: The Luminary War A haunting screech echoed through the town. We stopped chiselling the meteorite.Request: The Luminary War4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"The Lulls are here," I said.
Paul collected our things. He rubbed his hand across his stubble. He murmured, "Then we better hurry." It may have been 2:47 PM but if Lulls were nearby, we weren't going to risk our lives. Paul asked, "Have we got enough?"
I inspected the bag; there wasn't much inside. After a moment, I replied, "It'll do."
"Good," he said as he lifted the rucksack. "Let's move." We left the meteor site and headed to Paul's car which was across the road. Paul and I were neighbours, back when things were normal. I used to go round his, drink a couple of beers as we watched the footie. Now Paul was a man of few words. Heck, I think anyone would be if they lost a wife and a child through the sickness.
A couple of months ago, a meteor fell on Earth. Luckily, nobody was hurt. At first. They came from the rock, two or thr
Mirror, Mirror The room is dark. I can feel the breeze, but I cannot see the open window. All I can see is her, me, us. I stare at her through the mirror.Mirror, Mirror6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My reflection, just like me in every way, but reversed. She has the same sleek jawline, the same high cheekbones. She has my long black hair and pale skin, silver-blue eyes. She wears my satin nightdress, the white one with daisies along the hemline and collar. My reflection is everything I am, but opposite.
I stare at her for a long time, unmoving, silent. "What are you looking at?" I whisper quietly.
There is silence.
this is really poorly written but eat shithe fell his knees, his blood rushing through the vessels so ferociously that it felt as if it was boiling. his breathing became shallower and faster as his eyes rolled back into his head, becoming pearl-white orbs. suddenly gagging for breath, he grasped chunks of his hair, which was becoming coarser by the second. bubbles welled in his throat and then it all came out, blood clots, lung membrane and vomit pooled around his convulsing body as his organs shifted. his skin became rough and scarlet ribbons dripped down his limbs as black scales broke through. he yelled hoarsely as his bone structure snapped and refused. a white hot pain tore through his back, and two long, ragged black wings unfurled from it, gleaming with blood. hollowly gasping for breath, he collapsed, and for a moment, everything was calmthis is really poorly written but eat shit5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
UntitledSt. Petersburg, Russia. 14th September 1916Untitled3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She felt absurd, dressed in pale green silk and her fair hair done up in a simple plait. A peasant woman pretending to be of the nobility. A charlatan at best. No amount of education would conceal her common roots. Or the way men and women stepped out of her path. They knew, sensed what their conscious minds denied. That she was dangerous. A creature out of some folktale of her childhood.
Katya skirted the gaslight mounted on wall and found herself in the arms of a dark haired, red tunic clad soldier. He laughed briefly, brushing a hand across the side of her face. His eyes were as black as her own. Vampire.
He smiled quietly, using the pretense of a gentle kiss to whisper to her. “I know who you are, what you are.”
She resisted the urge to snarl and bare her teeth. That was one cue she would not dare to give away in a ballroom full of dancers. “Oh?”
He nodded, glancing over her head. “For both our s
Darkest result of LoveLove the driving force that binds two souls through its dark embrace.Darkest result of Love20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A force that takes hold beyond known measure and when the being that created that spark passes on wheat you to do?
That perfection is missing from your soul as the second half of you has gone, you stare into an emptiness that is deep within you that you do not understand and there is only one thing that can sure it.
You begin the search looking for that sensation to bring back the then link that brought you together, but it obtainable with another, so there is only one way forwards, to look to the forgotten past.
In the dark recesses of the human psyche knowledge was once found, knowledge over life and death, the transcendence of the two forms.
What fuel can power such a dark method of uniting the lost than that of love? The emotion that can transcend space and time by seeing the imagery of a person of the past can ignited the strongest longing.
Looking into ancient tomes and that may bear fruit to reunite, searching
Actividad inicial... El pasado de Earn ZuevP.V. Omnipresente - Reporte del caso:Actividad inicial... El pasado de Earn Zuev1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Eärn nacio en alguna de las islas de la vasta Eurasia... Hijo de una Humana y de un mutante de raza Chameleon. Vivio por muy poco tiempo en un orfanato hasta que cumplio 4 años, cuando dicho orfanato fue a la quiebra, muchos niños fueron reubicados en otros orfanatos, pero ese no fue el caso de Eärn. A Eärn lo vendieron junto con otros pocos niños a un Circo ambulante lo cual dificulto la tarea de encontrarlo y aislarlo...
P.V Eärn Zuev - Interrogatorio:
Bueno, yo no recuerdo nada de haber estado en un orfanato realmente, desde q tengo memoria he estado en este circo llamado Glanshua, el cual tenia un montón de animales... y un monton de humanos enjaulados tambien... Yo en realidad no sabia porque los tenian enjaulados, pero ellos trataban a todos los demás como si fuesen animales, hiseando y eso... Excepto conmigo. Habia uno q olfateaba mi presencia y me pedia un poco de lo que me daban de
PURGING THE GAP - ProloguePURGING THE GAPPURGING THE GAP - Prologue2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The morning had been typical. You'd gotten up, taken care of the mundane tasks of showering and dressing, had a few granola bars for breakfast. Pretty much what you do everyday. On your way to the bus stop, the brooding clouds had opened up with a downpour. And you'd forgotten your umbrella. Typical indeed.
Adjusting the straps of your pack, you put the ear buds to your mp3 player in to drown out the noise of life. There were all the studies to think about, testing results from the midterms weighing on your mind, and just why things had been so dull over break. After several stops, you'd tuned out everything, instead getting caught up in your own head again. As this was a near-daily thing, you knew that you had exactly three more stops before yours. Most typical.
What ended up not being so typical about this rainy day was the bus crash. Some jerk-off in a sports coupe cut the bus off at a light, causing about thirty seconds of pure mayhem. The end result
Waking UpAldona woke early on Thursday evening - far earlier than she was used to yet - but she knew that her rising time wasn't likely to change anytime soon, so she tried to work on adapting as quickly as she could.Waking Up1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Before even opening her eyes, she frowned.
The soft bed under her, and the rich duvet on top of her made her grumpy.
She hated this sleeping in a bed thing.
She missed her tree.
She felt... disconnected waking up like this.
She pushed the covers off of her and put her feet on the floor - the tile made her a whole different level of grumpy.
For centuries, her first steps every evening had been her bare feet touching the soil of the earth. This tile business.... was not an acceptable way to start her night.
She made a mental note to have the floor of her bedroom dug up to expose the earth beneath - or to find a similar solution.
She walked out into the garden and shivered at the chill. The chill? Since when was a California November considered chilly in her mind? One of her staff st
Mollies MagentasThe magenta petals are so round and delicate.They decided to open the flower shop on the corner a little bit longer its beautiful magenta flowers never ceased to amaze people.People came from far and wide to see a variety of flowers in her shows the shop was called Mollies Magentas. Now Mollies Magentas were mainly known for thier magenta flowers but there were dark red roses they were known for too.Every night Molly looked for new prey.She needed thier blood you see this girl didn`t water her bland plants with water all that often she needed the blood for the magenta ones. She would get blood from.willing donors. Or at least what she called.willing...Mollies Magentas4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She pinned.down the man over half her size and stuck the syringe in and extracted blood the man squirming in the process he tried to knock her off but she was.too strong.The man spat at molly hooded in the cloak.her struggle was done.
The Amalgation - Day 77Kelly was trapped in the dark, dank dungeon, miles below the surface of the earth, with it.The Amalgation - Day 775 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Amalgamation, they called it. It was a monster right out of someone's nightmare. A being of inconceivable horror. A mass of pulsating flesh that lumbered across the floor, looking for something to eat. And when it did find something, like a rat or even a bat, it just ate it raw. Then the poor creature would become a part of the Amalgamation, conjoined to its core and forced to live forever more as one of many squirming parts.
Kelly wondered what it looked like when it had been only one being. Surely there had to be a point where it was only one life-form, right? It couldn't have simply started off like this. Or maybe it had. A couple of creatures got thrown together through some divine punishment and ended up like this. God, it made her sick to think about it.
She'd been lucky though. As big, monstrous and unstoppable as it seemed, it couldn't see. Or hear, as far as she could tell. M
ReunionAldona took her escort's hand as he helped her out of the car - but her eyes were already looking past him across the courtyard to the Cathedral.Reunion1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It looked different than she remembered it - but then, she hadn't been this close to it in.... 450 years?
She walked with slow and steady steps toward the house of the Christ God that had invaded her lands. She had taken her shoes off and left them in the car, so her bare feet crunched softly in the cold snow as she moved forward. So many years she had looked at it as a fortress that had kept her husband hostage from her - it was strange now to see it only as a building.
Step after step brought her closer to the bricks and the domes of gold.
When she finally reached the large door, she paused to take it all in. From around her neck she pulled the cord out from under her dress and fingered the ring that hung off the end. She took the ring off the cord and slipped it onto her wedding finger - then pushed open the door.
The snow wet train of her
Games of ParisAldona stepped out of the private jet and felt her traveling companion's presence behind her. It was odd to think that for the first time ever, the one on the steps behind her was not a winged guardian of stone but was instead an attractive man in a suit.Games of Paris1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It caused an eyebrow to raise from a man in the pair that stood on the ground to greet her them. She smiled to see him and when she reached him, she reached out and kissed each of his cheeks.
"Dumont! So good to see you. How many years has it been?"
Dumont kissed her in return and responded in French, calling her Aldona and introducing his childe, Usher Olya. Aldona leaned in and kissed her in greeting as well. The three traded rapid french for a short while before Aldona switched to Italian.
"Where are my manners? Dumont, this is Michel." she pronounced his given name in the French way instead of the English or the Italian. "Michel, this is the Marquis Dumont and his childe - Usher Olya. Both of the Rose of course." She paused as Dum
Majesty - LadyAs a freshly embraced neonate, her situation was..... unique. She was trapped in the chantry not only because of her rank, but also because of that fact that she simply couldn't go out and walk around in Vilnius. There was too great a risk that someone who knew her would see her - and she was supposed to be dead. So - she was stuck indoors, without even the ability to go out into the courtyard, until such time as the elders of the city decided that the risk was past.Majesty - Lady1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So, she wandered the halls of the chantry and tried to adjust to her new life - such as it was. Even more difficult however, was dealing with the misconceptions that others of the chantry had about what her life had been like before coming here. They made her crowns of garbage and robes of rags and forced her to wear them teasing her that the additions should make her feel more comfortable. It was done so often that she was certain that they truly believed she had gone through all her days in formal royal regalia.
Arriving in KranowThe train ended its journey in Kranow. As it came to a stop, Aldona took a few deep breaths with her eyes closed and focused. Her posture changed with each breath she took. By the time she opened her eyes, gone was the flirtatious and playful Lady of court who had visited paris. Her back was ramrod straight and her smile was gone. Gone too was the Dior. She wore now a circle skirt that was long enough to cover her knees but still had on bloomer-eseque pants underneath that covered her legs down to her winter boots. The embroidery on her skirt and shirt was extensive and the coat her ghoul brought her as she stood was lined in ermine.Arriving in Kranow1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She belted on a white leather belt with a knife before slipping into the coat then lined herself up with the door and gave a nod.
The ghoul opened the door and went down the steps of the train car first. As soon as he was clear, she saw two men on the platform of the station run a rolled red carpet up to the step. Only when they were done did she step out