CandlesIt started with Norma Jean. She up and disappeared six years ago, and the whole town left too, one by one. First, it was people moving away from the stares and whispers, looking for a place without shadows. Three hundred became two hundred. Then Crazy Dan shot himself. Then it was people moving away from a dying town.Candles1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Then it was locked houses, locked stores, owners stepping out for a break and never coming back. Two hundred became one hundred. Beth just left the water running in the diner, dishes piled high in the sink. They’re still there. Grammy Maple went down the road to buy an extra skein of yarn – no one knows what happened to her. Flint Jackman left his denim coat at the post office, and his mail just piles up in the box now. I kept the coat.
Then, it was just me and the mail.
It’s been long enough now that some of the mailboxes are completely stuffed. The Janeies still get letters and catalogues from somewhere. That fancy shaving kit Alder ordered finally cam
The Skipping Second HandThe kitchen was the last place he wanted to be.The Skipping Second Hand1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Harold walked in anyway – the brown paper bag rustled against his chest – and he set his groceries on the counter. His hands trembled and he started to grind his teeth as he put each item away. An artichoke jar almost slipped from his fingers but he caught it before it shattered on the tiles. His temples throbbed. His nostrils filled with a faint smell of spoiled milk.
When he walked by the table, daring a glance, his breath hitched.
Today’s paper – already a yellow flaking onion – sat there looking like it had made good friends with the lawn for a few weeks. He thought it might crumble if even a butterfly landed on it. Harold didn’t touch it.
He flicked the lights off and retreated to the living room. The man found himself cringing at the tortured creak of the cabinet hinges. It never could stay shut for long. He crumpled into the relief of his armchair. The table next to him overflowed with many unrea
Just Last NightI just can't quite understand what you meant. I've been going over it all in my mind since you told me, and I'm still just feeling blindsided. Could I have misunderstood you this catastrophically? Where are you? ...Just Last Night4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I'm waiting for you to show up. I've been waiting for hours, and the staff has been patient with me so far, but they're getting ready to head home for the night. I really believed you were going to follow through. Did I do something wrong? I don't think I did ... ...
I'm really starting to worry now. I know you sometimes forget, but I've tried reaching you every way I know, now. I'm worried that something may have happened to you. Nobody around here seems to be willing to help out, and they tell me to calm down. I don't like what they've done with the decor. I just never really liked teal. But you know that. ...
I've called the local hospitals and police now. The police were very polite but not very helpful, and redirected me to the hospitals. I've been checking through the
PnF Apocalipsis Zombie! CAP. 18PnF Apocalipsis Zombie!PnF Apocalipsis Zombie! CAP. 186 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The Walking Dead
La pareja se va...
Katalina.-Nunca creí que robarían la comida...
Fernando.-Es obvio que TU robaste la comida, es tu especialidad robar..
Katalina.-Crees que yo fui? Es enserio?
Phineas.-Lo siento Katalina...pero...tiene mucha lógica...
Katalina miro a Ferb con cara asesina. Todos esperaban su respuesta, pero se equivoco...
Katalina.- -molesta-A si? Bien!! Pero verán que yo NO fui -se va-
Ferb se sentía terrible por lo que le dijo. ¿Que tenía que hacer? Además de Katalina muy ofendida (sin palabras) no podía creer que ella haya hecho eso, aunque si tenía lógica. Los chicos se sentían también algo mal por ella...pero mas Katalina, -ser traicionada y no confiada por sus propios amigos- Katalina se sienta en la silla en una forma brusca, al lado de Clementine que a
The Intruder - Everyday Vignette #13The Intruder - Everyday Vignette #132 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It doesn't happen every night, but it's been happening for years.
I know it's starting when I can't move anymore. No matter how hard I try, my muscles are locked into place. My arms and legs stay frozen. My mouth remains closed.
Then I see the figure. It's always a shadow, human-like, but too tall and too thin. It's never directly in front of me, either. It's always off to the side, just barely in my peripheral vision.
The figure moves closer to my bed. I can hear it slowly creeping up. Finally, I feel its weight on the bed beside me.
I still can't move.
It leans down over my face. I can only see it out of the corner of my eye, and it disappears when I focus on it. But I can feel its hair brushing my cheek and hear it breathing in my ear.
I still can't move.
It whispers in a raspy voice.
"Don't worry, child. I'll keep the monsters away."
The forest of his dreamsWHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear?The forest of his dreams5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The father it is, with his infant so dear;
He holdeth the boy tightly clasp'd in his arm,
He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.
"My son, wherefore seek'st thou thy face thus to hide?"
"Look, father, the Erl-King is close by our side!
Dost see not the Erl-King, with crown and with train?"
"My son, 'tis the mist rising over the plain."
Johann Wolfgang Goethe, "The Erl King"
"Where are we?"
"We'll be home in an hour and half. Sleep"
"Who is this man in the white robe?"
"The white-robe man is calling me. Who is he?"
"It's just a dream. Just a dream. Sleep."
He could distinctly feel the ground beneath his feet and smell the dark forest he was in. But just a moment before he was somewhere else. Only he did not remember where.
The forest was empty. No birds sang. No owl called. No animals crossed his path as he made his way
Micropasta: Stained GlassMircopasta: Stained GlassMicropasta: Stained Glass1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I have a friend. Now, after a life crippled by depression, autism, and schizophrenia so severe I have lost the inclination to speak, after listening to psychiatrists who tell me I must be secretly filled with hate and sick thoughts, I have a friend. He (she?) is the only friend I have ever wished for and, I hope they are the only one I will ever know.
I don’t know what they are, exactly. I don’t care, either. It doesn’t matter where they are, who they wish to be, or what they want. All that matters to me is that they are by my side.
It all started with algebra, curiously enough. Despite my considerable difficulties, I am already in my final year of high school, so I spend much of my ample free time pouring over what little homework I end up with. Looking at the questions and answers, scrying over them for some kind of correlation or semblance of reason in my torturous life.
Oh, by the way, if anyone ever tells you autism automatically makes y
Headcanons for FNAF 4(READ DESCRIPTION FIRST!)Headcanons for FNAF 45 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
1- The child's brother and friends are the animatronics
Now, just think about this for a second.
In one of the very last minigames, the brother and his friends are wearing masks. Which is why I believe that two of the friends terrorize him while the others watch, and they put Foxy in the closet while the child was looking out for one of them. Though I'm not sure about the cupcake and Freddy plushies. Maybe a part of the kid's imagination?
2- The kid could have schizophrenia
Now thing about this for a second as well. We see that his frontal lobe gets bitten off, and obviously if he survived that he was going to get some sort of disorder or mental illness. While in his mental ward or just his bedroom(explaining the IV's and such we see sometimes) he has these episodes where he thinks he's being attacked by the animatronics, explaining why they look so nightmarish and freaky. He's afraid of the animatronics cause obviously Golden Freddy bit his frontal lobe off,
Hammer Horror Part III (preview) Already near by the Central Park, both Justin and Anna were leaving the limo. The driver asked.Hammer Horror Part III (preview)2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"Are you both sure about not sending the security team to the place? "
"Of course, I'll protect her myself if something takes place. " Justin gesticulated.
"I'd feel more safe ridin' buck horses"
They both waked by the trail to the place indicated. Justin than sighed " It's feels almost like a date!"
"I'll pretend ah didn't hear dat bullsh..."
"Look over there! " he shouted and pointed.
There were the rest of the group. Including Luke, still dressing the uniform from the coffee shop here were working at. "Dan, please, I left the job in the mid of expedient, so it must be serious. I can't get fired again, I need the money to pay the bills. "
The blonde teen answered "I don't know what it means. Both Eugene and I were reaching the most crucial step on our training routine" by the time,
Fuck Yeah!I heard a sound and turned towards the window where I half expected to see vampires hovering outside the fucking window a la Keifer fucking Sutherland et al in The Fucking Lost Boys...Fuck Yeah!1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I cannae get no fucking sleep. Its all fucking Radiofucking head in me fucking ears. Fucking falseletto. Fucking reflection.