Micropasta: The Fifth HorseMicropasta: The Fifth HorseMicropasta: The Fifth Horse1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
War. Famine. Pestilence. Death. In that order. Such it will be.
There is no outrunning fate; we will all be trampled and pulped under their heels when Judgement comes. And it will come. Or to put it in a way that a mongrel bastard-spawn Human like you would understand, it is like Skynet. It is like the Second Renaissance in The Matrix. It’s going to happen, and your own feelings in regards to this don’t matter.
Nor should they.
This isn’t for inbred monkeys like you to decide. You see, the four Horsemen, loathed they may be, are tools of the divine. They are in effect God’s way of mercy-killing everything ugly, and by “ugly” I really mean “evil”, unfortunately. That one who is so vain that he calls himself a Deity does have some warped definitions of what makes one beautiful. Is loveliness not entirely physical? Why should the beautiful man with a rotting heart die, while some homeless degenerate with a
Static Shock - Day 209He was just sitting there staring into static.Static Shock - Day 2091 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I couldn't comprehend it. Sure, my son was a weird kid, but, never this weird. He'd always been a nerdy kinda weird. He was in love with all those action cartoons from Japan and the guys in the leotards fighting guys in giant rubber suits and those people who play games online. He was a passionate kid who was into weird things, or at least weird to me, anyway.
But this was different. This was scary weird. As in this is not normal in any sort of culture or society. He was just sitting there with his legs crossed, gazing dead eyed into the dim blue light of the black and white static. I could hardly even tell if he was breathing.
"Okay honey, time to go to bed." I tried to urge him. He didn't budge. Not even when I patted his shoulder. He just kept looking forward.
I waved a hand in front of his face and there was no reaction. He was still as stone.
I was scared. What had happened to my son?
I gazed into the static he seemed so fond of and,
FFM27: Music of the DeadGrace leaned against the door, the only slightly gory headphones slipping off her ears. She’d adjusted them as far as they would go and her head was still too damn small. The door rattled. The door frame creaked.FFM27: Music of the Dead5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She didn’t care what Matt said, his mix tape was NOT music. It stuttered and popped and hissed. Every few seconds it cut out to static. It punctuated its madness with a second of silence at random intervals.
She rattled the walkman—yes, the walkman with an actual cassette tape that worked just enough to drive her insane. How Matt managed to listen to it without losing his mind was a mystery. Or maybe he had, if his not so pleasant disposition was any indication.
She bit her lower lip. Rattling the poor machine did nothing to improve the quality of sound. She could almost make out the melody and she thought if she pretended just a little she could convince herself she was listening to Bowie. Knowing Matt though, it was unlikely he’d included David
Your MadmanI remember the first time I saw his name. I had seen it on something you had left lying around. I immediately knew he was an enemy. Everything about the name screamed at me. It is, truth be told, a beautiful name. The way it rolls off the tongue, the symmetry of the letters when it is written down, as I saw it then, as I see it now, etched in my mind’s eye forever. Sometimes I imagine the way it would roll off your tongue. On one hand the thought upsets me greatly, but on the other, I wish his name was mine.Your Madman3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Eventually, I saw him, too. You had left your phone open, and at that point I knew what it was I was looking for. I won’t lie about something like that. I am a lot of things, but deceptive isn’t one of them. After all, after everything we’d gone through over the past seven years, I thought I was owed a certain amount of leeway with your privacy. I only intended to put my mind at ease, I was so sure at that time that it was nothing. As soon as I saw his
Thought ProcessesThought ProcessesThought Processes4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That's the scary part about the human nature. We could grow up in a nice household surrounded by people that love us yet, still become psychopaths.
It's all about how we think. When you look at another person, you think of them as just another nobody. In reality, you could be looking at the next person on the news for genocide. The human nature is unpredictable in every sense of the word.
Take me for example. I'm an ordinary person on the outside. I've got an easy but stressful desk job, a nice family, great home, and a great amount of happiness. But what you can't see is what should scare you the most. My thought process.
I could be thinking of a way to kill you and get away with it. I could be imagining you naked. You don't know.
In fact, I could be the person behind all the missing person reports that've started popping up in your area. I could be the reason why you lost your favourite underwear. Of course, this is all hypothetical. I'm not actually a psychopath! .
An Eldritch DreamAn Eldritch DreamAn Eldritch Dream5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don’t dream often. For a while I didn’t think I dreamed at all. Then one day I discovered the horrific ways that dreams can become reality. If only this were the fault of someone else. The worst of it all is: I have only myself to blame for what happened after all this.
The nightmares emerged from nowhere one night, about a week ago. I remember vaguely hearing this chant in the background, but the surroundings seemed to be only pitch darkness. Normally, I’m very analytical, so I just started looking around. Finally I asked myself, “Is this a dream?” I tried to look for my own body, but it wasn’t there. I couldn’t even manage to manifest a flickering form to interact with anything--not that there was anything there yet. I was less than a shade, a totally disembodied consciousness.
In dreams, you’re only supposed to be able to experience the w
Carnival - FFM day 26She loved going to carnivals - ever since she was little and she would go with her family.Carnival - FFM day 261 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The fairy-floss was the best part, in her opinion. However, she'd always had a knack for the games.
Even the rigged games, the ones that no-one was supposed to win, she'd managed to fluke a few times.
This year, there was a new game.
Digging into her rather massive mound of fairy-floss, it was only out of the corner of her eye that she spotted the unfamiliar stall.
It was bland on the outside, and, curiosity peaked, she moved closer to have a better look.
A middle-aged man stood behind the counter, and behind him, a brightly coloured wheel and a pointer.
"What's the game?" she asked the man casually, licking fairy-floss from her fingers.
The man grinned, and maybe it was just the stupid amount of sugar in her system, but she felt somewhat - no, very - uneasy.
"A small price for three spins of the wheel. Each colour hides a prize."
"What's the prize?" she asked suspiciously. The grin spread
2 sentence stories (scary)1. My child died during birth. So why do I hear the crying of an infant from the nursery?2 sentence stories (scary)5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. It was close to 2 in the morning and I held my breath. Just after I felt something blow on the back on my neck.
3. The sun is really pretty. Until you realize it is an explosion.
4. Something is following me, and I know it. I don't know how much time...
5. Floating in space can be kind of boring. I just wish the thing outside would just stop banging on the window.
6. The project that my friends and I worked on for the passed 3 years looks awesome. To bad my friends died 4 years ago.
7. What are you, I screamed. It replied with, you.
8. The scariest thing I see. Is always out if the corner of my eye.
9. All of my barbie dolls are so pretty. With their small knives, red eyes, and blood stained clothes.
10. I was in the bathroom. I had no more tampons.
11. The story through the looking glass always fascinated me. But after reaching into a mirror there is no escape.
12. I keep reliving one moment o
It started as a leak. The rainy season began in early summer, and June had been no exception. It did not surprise the man when he discovered rainwater dripping from his dining room ceiling. Shrugging it off, he placed a tall pot beneath the leak and expected it to stop on its own. However, it continued to rain, and before he knew it, the pot would threaten to overflow. He had to dump the water out first thing in the morning and straight after he returned home from work.It started as a leak. 5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Eventually, he began to notice water damage at the source of the leak. The white ceiling had discolored, turning a dull shade of brown. He checked the weather and realized that it would continue to rain sporadically over the next ten days. The man was worried about the ceiling mildewing and becoming an expensive repair, so he called a local handyman.
Unfortunately, the man could not sign to have the repairs done - only his landlord could. It was a frustrating policy. The man called his landlord but could not reach him. He left him a few voic
Just a Little Cut It was just a little cut. I went out into the garden to dig up a strange growth that was killing the parsnips and cut myself on something sharp in the dirt.Just a Little Cut1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No big deal, I thought. It’s just a little cut.
But last night I dreamed that something was calling to me, imploring me to come home so it could wrap its roots around my heart and drag me down into the soil.
This morning my arm was covered in moss. It itches. It’s spreading. I scrape it off. It grows right back.
It was just a little cut.
FFM29 - Slow BuildThe cheerleader prom queen model, found limp and pale on the football field. The quarterback prom king, found nowhere. Their underlings stood scared, not sure how to think for themselves. The freaks and geeks stood a bit taller, a little less scared to think for themselves. Through the eyes of the young it all played out like a movie. Someone was sure to have written an ending with justice for all. Except, no one kept watching the movie to see that it never ended.FFM29 - Slow Build3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The quarterback prom king is still not found. He has spent his time preparing for the grand finale.
No More Room - Day 205There was no more room in Hell for the Dead.No More Room - Day 2055 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The dead rose up from their graves, crying out into the cold, stilted world of the living, hungry for blood and flesh. Their bodies fell apart as they walked out of their graveyards and into the streets to satisfy their instinctive cravings. One after one the living had their heads cracked open, their limbs ripped off and their eyes gouged out as the dead tucked into the worldwide buffet.
One man was smart enough to hide from them. Hide from the monsters that now ruled the world. He set up a small base in a treehouse in the woods and stocked up on food, water, medical and surplus supplies. He felt that he would be fine, for a while. Sooner or later he’d need to scavenge, but that would not be for a while.
All too quickly did the time to leave his nest come. He ran out of supplies and was forced to wander down into the city to search for essentials.
The city was ruined. Just like the dead who had risen, it was rotting. The flesh on its
A Plunge Into Chaos (Chapter I: Part XVI)A Plunge Into ChaosA Plunge Into Chaos (Chapter I: Part XVI)6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(Chapter I: Part XVI)
The group of six entered the elevator. Burns pressed the large silver three on the wall in front of him. "Thank god the power hasn't gone out yet, eh?" Said Burns as the elevator doors shut.
"My knees would never forgive me if I had to take the stairs every time!" Burns said with a smile on his face. "We have all of the keys to each room with us. If you would each like separate rooms then that can be arranged." Said Burns before the door to the elevator opened.
"What do you guys think?" Crissy asked as she looked back at Garth and Vince. "I think separate rooms would probably be best." Said Garth as Vince nodded in agreement.
"How did you guys clear everyone out of here?" Asked Crissy. "We didn't. The government did. When they locked the city down, people panicked. Everyone here started packing up and trying to get out." Answered Burns. "Did any make it out?" Asked Garth.
"I think the military presence around the city prevented anyone from atte
Book of LustGregory’s flashlight beam cut through the dusty darkness, falling upon a raised podium, not unlike a pulpit, upon which stood a single, massive tome. He thought it must be what he had come looking for. He could not remember how long he had been in this place; dank and damp and dead. Some cellar or another; it all blended together after a while. As though he was approaching something volatile and indescribably dangerous, the unremarkable man stepped towards the book and its rickety resting place. Once he had gotten close enough to touch it, he put his flashlight in his mouth, curled eager fingers around it and took it from where it rested like an elderly woman getting out her nice china for tea. The first thing he noted was that it was warm in his hands. The cover was of leather, and it was leather of a sinister hue; not black or even brown but of a ruddy flesh color that made Gregory gnawingly uneasy.Book of Lust3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The sight of his own hand against the hide-covered volume quite disturbingly hi
A Plunge Into Chaos (Chapter I: Part XVII)A Plunge Into ChaosA Plunge Into Chaos (Chapter I: Part XVII)18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(Chapter I: Part XVII)
Crissy rushed out of the room. After everything that happened, Garth thought he should wait for Crissy to process it all. He waited for a solid four hours. During which time, Garth searched each of the three bodies in the room. Only one of them still had their wallet. It was the man that Garth had shot.
His eyes were still wide open. His mouth was slightly ajar and seemed to still have what looked like a partial smile on his face. Garth started feeling sick to his stomach. He flipped the man over to get to his wallet. The blood that had accumulated in his mouth emptied onto the, already blood covered, floor.
Garth opened the wallet and found the man's identification. His name was Arkis Krane. In the other pocket he had a family photo. His arms were around the shoulders of his wife and what looked like his father. His two daughters stood next to him and his wife. Everyone in the picture, except him, had an X over their faces.
"I think I found s
Seven Seconds - FFM day 27A countdown, and not the type I wanted.Seven Seconds - FFM day 276 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I felt my skin begin to tingle.
It started burning.
I was being stabbed, everywhere.
Everything hurts, excruciating pain tearing me apart, inside and out.
Why me? Why me why me why me why me -
I didn't ask for this, I didn't, I never wanted this, please -
No, please -