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.Com5 days 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.
DaddyDaddyDaddy1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He's putting me to sleep and sings me french lullabies.
He reads me fairytales, tells me about romance and adventure.
He wipes away my tears when I cry and strokes my cheeks till they're dry again.
And in the morning he kisses me awake, humming my favourite song.
He's my daddy and I love him. He's my daddy and he loves me.
Sometimes I hear daddy cry. He yells, he shouts the ugly words.
He screams at momma but why? Momma's here with me. Her eyes are blank, skin blue like winter.
I see daddy in the kitchen, searching for the knife. I close the door and hide under my bed.
He's my daddy and I love him. He's my daddy and he loves me.
He loved momma, too.
Daddy, may I go to sleep tonight?
May I live another day awoken by your kisses?
May I sit with momma for a little while?
Daddy, pretty please?
Consumption: VoicesThe blood demon's eyes were bloodshot as he stared out the window.Consumption: Voices3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had spent a month in the Blood Dormitory so far, where blood flowed under the crystalline surface of the rooms. The walls, ceiling, floor--everything was made of crystal, and he could feel the blood just centimeters away. It called out to him--as if it were trapped--and he longed to break the barrier between himself and the blood that needed rescuing.
He swore he hadn't noticed it before. Sure, he'd glanced around when he'd toted his possessions into the room, but his room mate distracted him enough that he'd given the walls and ceiling a brief sentence or two in thought before moving onto much more important things. Such as making sure that he drew the same line in the sand between his section of the room and Theon's, and enforced said line to ensure his room mate wouldn't cross over into his space. He remembered pausing in the process of drawing, staring down at the crystal, its shiny surface catching h
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''5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Zombie Apocalypse by DeDorgoth
I Knew You Were TroubledI knew you were troubled. It was that glimpse of darkness behind your eyes whenever I asked certain questions. I dreamed of one day gently, tenderly, prying you open and extracting that darkness. I’d pin all those black thoughts under glass like butterflies and then I’d reconstruct you, make you whole again, our nights together filling the cracks in your soul.I Knew You Were Troubled6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Even so, I couldn’t quite make out the shape behind the curtain. I never would’ve guessed your secret had I not walked in on that moment, seen the body on the floor and your hands red and slick. A miracle you got such a good grip on my throat. My heart quickened, perhaps not for the “correct” reason. Luckily, I had my pepper spray handy.
I know it hurts. Having your darkness laid bare like that, you must feel broken down, but don’t worry, my love. I’ll fix you.
A Trick for NightmaresI have a trick for nightmares:A Trick for Nightmares6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Step 1: Realize you’re dreaming. This part is always easy for me.
Step 2: Start hyperventilating. Breathe in-out-in-out-in as fast as you can and you’ll start to wake up.
Step 3: Wake up. You might have sleep paralysis and be unable to move at first, but just keep hyperventilating and soon enough it’ll wear off. After that I like to turn on the lights and read something to clear any lingering cobwebs from my mind.
This trick has worked every time I’ve done it before, but I’m afraid I messed it up this time. After he got in my house I hid in the closet and then performed Steps 1 and 2. I’ve gotten to the part of Step 3 where I’m hyperventilating and can’t move, but I somehow skipped the part where I wake up. Should I start over at Step 1 again?
O HOMEM QUE VOLTAVAO HOMEM QUE VOLTAVA - PrefácioO HOMEM QUE VOLTAVA20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Enseada Branca é um lugarejo que começa no deserto e termina no mar. De um lado o inóspito e do outro a vida pujante, entre um e outro vivem os habitantes do local. Para os lados do deserto temos o Sol inclemente e as areias escaldantes onde tudo é bem visível e claro, já para os lados do mar, tudo permanece imerso em seus insondáveis mistérios. Porém, aos poucos a cidade vai sendo engolida pelas areias, mas o fato não parece importar muito aos seus habitantes. Neste livro, mais uma vez, lanço mão do expressionismo com que construo minhas obras, porém desta vez mudei algumas coisas: deixei de lado a narrativa subjetiva do protagonista e me fixei mais nos diálogos. Decidi que esta história deveria fluir de modo diferente, deixando que os próprios personagens a conduzissem com suas respectivas dinâmicas. Sendo assim, tudo se desenvolve com rapidez e a trama flui solta
A Night At The CircusIn the grassy clearing outside Hundredville, a old and tattered circus started to set up. Kids from the nearby school watched from behind the fence as the moth-infested tents got set up and the sounds of dilapidated music boxes filled the air. Most people would take a good look at the circus and turn away, but the prices were low and it had good reviews.A Night At The Circus2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Eight-year old Jessie begged her parents to take out for at least on evening on Saturday. It took coaxing and begging, but after her mom earned free tickets at work the three went to see the wonders of Fantisma Circus.
The grounds of the circus were nothing special. Grass and tents with various machines all over. The air didn’t just have the familiar tracks of the circus, but also the hum of the generators keeping the lights on. Her parents raised their eyebrows on the quality and safety of the circus, but Jessie danced by herself as they went through the grounds.
A sizeable crowd had gathered around the main tent, and eventually
SleepingOf two things I was aware. Both of them were odd, and raised questions in my mind.Sleeping4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The first was a smell. It was deep and natural, something like earth, but at the same time sour. It was faint and hard for me to pick up on, so I was not sure what it was. Really, I wasn’t sure if it was even there.
The second was a sound. It came from far below me, creeping up through the floor. There was a series of knocks, followed by a high pitch sound like something shattering. Once again, it was very faint, and I wasn’t certain if it was really there at all. However, something about it was familiar. I got a sense of déjà vu, like I had heard each of the sounds before.
It occurred to me that I had been sleeping. I still lay down, unmoving. Now, I say I had been sleeping, but that may not be the right sense. I definitely HAD been sleeping moments before, but wasn’t quite sure if I was awake yet. The sounds I heard seemed far off, and could very well have been a dream
NightmaresLike every night I hide in the alcove, crouched, panting, horribly aware of how loud my heartbeat is. I hear It stalking down the corridor, flat feet slapping slick tiles; hear the raspy rattle as It inhales. I have never seen It, I only know that something follows me. I don’t want to know what.Nightmares4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A hand clutches at the corner of the wall; something dark hauls its way into my view. I look down, whimpering. Cold breath tickles the back of my neck; I feel the ghastly caress of Its spidery fingers. I scream.
I wake up, sweat drenching my thin grey blanket, a chill pouring through the barred window. I try to still my breathing, and look down at the heavy shackles clasped around my emaciated wrists. I sigh at the sound of Guard’s footsteps echoing down the corridor, flat boots slapping slick tiles. Back to the nightmare.
31 Days of Spook: Day 23"Keep on them, Fluffy! Don't let them get away." Finch followed the small Volcarona through the maze of Matahari's Capital City's slums. The cut-purses they were chasing were using the back alleys to try and loos them. But Fluffy was on the tails, but she was slowing down, hesitating. They must have split. Each taking a different path. "Follow the leader, Fluffy," he called up and she renewed her chase. Finch followed on foot, keeping an eye out for the others.31 Days of Spook: Day 2310 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fluffy stopped her chase and circled above him. The one she was following had stopped. Finch pulled out his swords and moved to face the man. He didn't notice the other sword until it was pulled out from his back and he was face down in the sand. The last thing he saw was a flash of fire before everything turned black.
Hide and go..Hide and go..5 days 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
Night ShiftCan’t handle the night shift much longer. Feel sick on the walk to work at 10:30. By 7:00 everything hurts. Back aches, head full of fog, eyes burn and got those black circles, black on white so pale you’d think I haven’t seen sunlight in years. Have I? Hard to keep track.Night Shift6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Walk home’s the worst. Always pass that guy walking his dog. Always makes the same joke.
“Girl, you need to get some sleep. You auditioning for The Walking Dead?”
“Haha.” Smile. Keep moving, no time to talk. Everything’s fuzzy, can’t focus. Need to get home before I pass out.
A friend said try meditation to focus, de-stress. Breathe in, 2, 3. Hold, 2, 3. Out, 2, 3. Hold.
Just forgot at first, then wanted to see how long I could go. Still waiting.
“Girl, you need to get some sleep. You auditioning for The Walking Dead?”
Till Death Do Us PartIt had never been a question of if she might come back, but when. Now she lay beside me, cold and unblinking, staring at the canopy of the bed while I pretended to sleep. She was still so beautiful, but now her eyes were darker, her skin paler, her bloodless lips parted to draw a breath she no longer needed. I missed her voice, of course: the putrefaction had reached her vocal cords before she passed, and no amount of ichor could cure that. Sometimes she moved her mouth, desperately trying to make words come out but expelling only a thin hiss, but she didn't need to speak to me. We knew each other, we were made for each other. And now I had snatched her back from Death I was happy again, and so was she. Why wouldn't she be?Till Death Do Us Part4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No Body“No body, no crime.”No Body6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He said that to reassure me as we rowed across the lake. Really there was no crime anyway; it was an accident. A strange accident nobody would’ve believed, but, honestly, an accident. I guess that doesn’t matter now, since no one ever found it. No body, no crime.
So much time spent waiting for it to be found anyway. The dread, the anticipation. It nearly killed him, but I held together. The feeling was a million times greater than what I used to get at the casino after pulling the slot machine lever, waiting to find out just how lucky I was. I’m glad I’m over my gambling problem now. It was ruining my life.
No body, no crime, so it’s a shame he let it eat away at him anyway. A shame he’s gone now, but what can we do? They never found his body.
Mass DebateMass debate:Mass Debate14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
O HOMEM QUE VOLTAVA - SinopseEnseada Branca é um lugarejo litorâneo esquecido pelos mapas que aos poucos está sendo engolido pelo deserto. Refém do mar e das areias, vai ficando cada vez mais por conta própria, isolado do resto do Mundo. Os acontecimentos na cidade se precipitam quando um desocupado, habitante do farol abandonado da orla, é acusado pela população por um crime que não cometeu. Conhecido pelo codinome de ‘faroleiro’, o rapaz é linchado e morto pela turba enfurecida e seu corpo é jogado ao mar. Mesmo sabendo de seu erro, a cidade retoma sua rotina de peixes, areia e sol inclemente, evitando falar em injustiça. Mas tudo muda quando numa noite um homem emerge das águas da enseada e caminha pela praia até o farol. Ao dar-se conta de que o faroleiro havia voltado, a população entra em polvorosa e temendo a terrível vingança, arma um plano para eliminá-lo novamente. O problema é queO HOMEM QUE VOLTAVA - Sinopse20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It.The wind was blasting through my hair. It was coming closer. A single bead of sweat slowly rolled down my forehead and emerged with a fresh tear. The grass was long, dry and stained with the blood of its last victim.It.1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ian, the head of Lab warned me about it, about he added to much of the mutation to it's blood flow. Why. Why could I not just listen to someone for once! The sun was burning my skin, I have been running for hours, and I had finally found a safe place to hide... or so I thought. I could feel my puls slowing down and I was starting to breath at a more normal pace. The doors were baracaded with the heaviest furniture I could find. Amongst the pile was an old grandfather clock. It was stopped and broken. Then I started to hear a hollow ticking noise but the hands stood still.
Then I realized what it was. It had found me and was on its way in.
Then all of a sudden the oak door shattered into splinters and the furniture came flying towards me. I was pinned down
The Attempt part 3Zack rushed to the restaurantThe Attempt part 31 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Zack:IM HERE GUYS!
he expected the animatronic to crowd him, greeting him. but there were none
*the noise of you in pirate cove is heard by Zack
Zack rushes to Pirate cove and much to his surprise, he found the animatronics and two strangers
Leah: Hey its Zack guys!
Before Zack could even response, the others greeted him. It took a while for him to calm them down and he wanted an explanation.
Zack:whats going on here?
Freddy: Well.... this intruders breaked in and tried to steal the recipe so they can burned it
Zack:Are they dead?
Freddy:Nope just unconciouscess
JUst then, I woke up
Foxy tried to calm him down and assured that it was all right.
Foxy: Also, we found this
Foxy hands him a mataeba revovler
Me;mmf mfff mffff( whats going on)?!!
Leah: *crosses arms* Looks like someone's awake
I tried to break free but i stopped as it was no use anyhow. Zack came up to me and said
Zack:If you cooperate with me, i will le