Micropasta: TimewornMicropasta: TimewornMicropasta: Timeworn2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My kind grow bored easily. Not an agreeable trait to have for those such as us, who can live for aeons. Some of us seek a momentary respite from our all-consuming languor by visiting the human races, whether in disguise as one of their own to partake of their “culture”, or in our true forms, the better to set up short-lived reigns as kings of crimson fire.
You know all this, though. That is why you have come here to slay the dragon, the Drake of Amber Isle, I trust. Modern-day knight, St. George of the Arbitrarily Chosen! Do you really think the raucous praise your “friends” will drown you in should you slay me can ever be called genuine? And what if you should fail? Suppose I should step on you like a bothersome swampfly and word trickles back of your demise?
What then? I’ll tell you what. Your name will be simultaneously spat upon and used as a curse.
So, here you are, and the choice I am leaving fully up to you. Do you wish to finis
To(h)e NoI sighed and kicked at the sand below my feet. There was so much going on in my head, and I had been struggling to make sense of it all. Why can't I get him to leave me alone? My thoughts belong to me, and he doesn't have the right to mess with my head. As I listened to the waves rolling slowly back and forth against the shore, I lay down and closed my eyes, letting the images swirl around, and around, and around until I wasn't sure what was real and what was just my imagination. Hot, heavy breath hit my face and I frowned, for that was unusual. The gentle pitter-pattering of feet moved away, and I dug my fingers into the sand. Cracking one eye open slightly, a view that I never could have anticipated adorned me. A creature that appeared to be some kind of crossbreed between a fish and seaweed graced my view, before it bent its head and very swiftly nibbled off my big toe. My frown deepened, and I sat up abruptly. Looking the creature up and down, I asked it very politely, "Give me bacTo(h)e No4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The CatLord Harlington pushes between phosphorescent strands of growth stretching for the lightless sky. A shame that the world has furnished him with no game greater than the elephant—but there are hunting grounds beyond the world, and lands darker than darkest Africa.The Cat10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Cold, stagnant water in knee-high boots. The warning click of the Ferniot counter. Shut it off. What threat is ALICE exposure after Malaria in Nairobi? After fever in the Congo? His quarry is near: a few dark tendrils waving above the glowing multitude. He readies his weapon: a shotgun over a large-calibre rifle.
In the overgrowth, progress is unnaturally slow. Everything is silent, calm. Bright shoots curl around Harlington’s coat, drag across the fabric, then retreat as he passes. Despite the cold, he remembers India, the trail through the wilderness, the guide who vanished into the grass and was never seen again. He presses on, wading through the stalks until they
The Words of the ProphetThe Words of the ProphetThe Words of the Prophet2 days 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
FFM submission 3 - PuddleIt took her months to find what she was looking for. Across multiple countries, among numerous languages and through many seasons she searched. She called in every favour she could, and some she probably should not have. She would deal with that later.FFM submission 3 - Puddle1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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.Recycling1 day 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
ArtistryIt was almost perfect. One or two more strokes were all that it would take, and as he finished preparing, the young King sighed with contentment and fatigue. He'd been at it for almost 12 hours this time, and his muscles were straining in protest, but he knew in his bones that it was worth it. Art, after all, was a skill that took time to master, and the King was determined to cultivate it in himself until he was the best in all the lands.Artistry1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He stretched, his bones crackling along his spine and arms, then grasped the picture box provided by his Mage. "Hold still," he admonished his squirming models before giving the box its appropriate command. "Image," he demanded, and the box complied, spitting out an exact replica of the scene before him.
Examining it quickly, he sighed again. "Imperfections," he moaned. He waved the image in his Chamberlain's face, still moaning. "They look like they're in pain! This won't do at all," he stressed, before brightening. "Tomorrow! We will begin a
A Plunge Into Chaos (Chapter I: Part III)A Plunge Into ChaosA Plunge Into Chaos (Chapter I: Part III)2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(Chapter I: Part III)
"Dune, I'm going to need you to lay down again." Said Gareth before Dune complied. "What're you going to do?" Asked Dune in a slightly worried tone.
"I'm going to use this needle full of our test substance, and inject it onto your damaged ribs." Said Gareth. "Uh... Do you mind telling me how it works before injecting it?" Said Dune in quite a worried tone.
"Alright, this needle is equipped with a very small camera. You can see what it sees on the screen on the handle, see?" Said Gareth as he showed Dune the screen.
"I will be using this to guide me around when the needle is inside. Then, I will connect your broken ribs back together with the substance. It won't hurt you for about an hour once I put it on. The substance will begin to slowly retract into itself. This will bring your broken ribs back together. Once that's done, it will dissolve into the bone and work as a sort of glue." Said Gareth.
"That sounds ...really painful." Said Dun
Charla's bio GENERALCharla's bio3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Real Name: Charla Clark
Alias: Charla Chains
Nickname(s): Chain, Charlie and Charla bear
D.O.B: 8/4/ 2001
Voice: has that young teen voice but sounds a little raspy and insane sounding
Current Residence: in a secret lab under a abandoned camp site
Weapon(s): the chains around her arms
Method of Killing: likes to get you when your not looking and grabs onto you with one of her chains then kills you with the chain or does a test on you that kills you
Phraseop: I hope you come back to Camp 666
Theme song: doesn't have one
Hobbies: dancing,boxing,Gymnastics and reading
Special Items: a locket that has a picture of her, her parents and her brother Steven
Likes: her brother ( Steven/HELP ), chocolate and Oranges
Dislikes: girly stuff, trash, dresses and corn
Fear(s): losing her brother
Personality: insane, nice, demonic, tricky and hyper
Backstory: ( working
Give Me Back My Toe, Please"Give me back my toe, please." I smiled at toddler, whose mouth was attached to my big toe. "That's icky Mariana. Stinky toes."Give Me Back My Toe, Please9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mouth still around my toe, my daughter pinched her nose. "Stinky toes." She mumbled. "Stinky."
I finally bent over and picked her up. "Let's leave mommy's toes alone now, okay?"
Mariana bobbed her pudgy face. She wrapped her arms around me, and I carried her into the living room. Doing the thing all mom's do but swear its terrible and that they would never, I turned on my free babysitter and placed it in Mariana's lap. She started tapping away at the screen, so I headed for the kitchen to start my day.
Ten hours later, all meals were served and cleaned up, laundry was nearly caught up, and I had checked off half my to-do list. Pretty good day from a mom's perspective.
I plopped down on the sofa next to Mariana. Her sleepy eyes drooped as she continued tapping. I glanced at the TV. The six o'clock news and yet anoth
UntitledSometimes I almost considered the firl of smoke a distant friend, the kind you grow up with, then life divide you in opposite directions. She changed my life, yet I've never hated her.Untitled21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I can't quite recall who found who first, it's that type of relationship you remember loosely, and facts exchange themselves with fabricated memories.
She rose as a soft exhale of air escaping a pair of troubled lungs. She had been so young, in what images of cloud she showed me, but she doesn't like to remember.
I never knew her name, and I've always regretted that, so I always referred to her condition.
She had been my age during the time of my illness, when smoke became her face. By the time I was around, a terrible epidemic had taken over the country. It began as a cold, but a devil of thunder awoke soon after, submitting the host to horrid fits of coughing with mud-like sputum, extreme fevers that wouldn't go down, and in the most severe cases, constant vomiting that turned bloody after a few bucket
Githanji The leaves crackled underneath their feet as they walked. Nearby swamps echoed with frogs and toads. The breeze was cold and brisk as it scratched their faces. The sun shone bright above them and the birds sang their songs. Then a teenage boy was reading a map while another girl was looking through a wave of willow leaves.Githanji 3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Milo! Milo come here!!" The girl called out to the boy.
"Coming Gina!" He called out happily. His long legs made it easy to step over rocks and fallen logs as he bolted over towards her.
"Look!" Gina pointed to large blue lake that sparkled. He grinned as he gazed in awe over the body of water.
"We found it! We found Crystal Waters!!" Milo exclaimed as he picked up Gina and spun her around. Then she grabbed his face and pulled it to hers, their lips locking. Milo's orange hair fell into her eyes and she brushed it away.
"You really need a haircut." Gina told him playfully.
"What you don't like my locks?" He gave a toothy smile to Gina that flashed his braces
Bird Sing For Me Now My momma told me that on the day I came out of her, no birds were singing. When she took me to meet aunt Jean for the first time, aunt Jean said I had Dead Sea eyes, said she could see dark cold in them. Grandma said "Don't say those things! That baby girl, she got something special, she been out here to change something!" Grandma always made me feel perfect, always giving me slices of warm pie when momma said I was gunna get fat. She'd say "Baby girl, you'll have more room for your soul then! Souls like yours, they need a big house!"Bird Sing For Me Now 2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Daddy was a serpent man, he'd go into the church in the mountain and he'd play with them snakes with the rattles. He'd come home smelling of whiskey to me and momma and he'd say "The lord made them snakes bite at me, priest gave me fire water, said I be fine in the mornin. C'mere woman, taste this snake. Taste the Holy Ghost in me." Then he'd take my momma, throw her down on the kitchen table, she'd cry while he moaned loud. I'd always go hide in th
A Paragraph Horror Story It's 2:00am. You rise from your computer chair to go get a cup of tea. You pour the tea into the cup, and realize you need to go to the bathroom. You place the tea on the kitchen table, go to the bathroom, pick your tea back up, and go to your room. When you get back to your chair, there's already a fresh cup of tea on your desk. You live alone.A Paragraph Horror Story5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
World Theatre Address - 2015The true masters of the theater are most easily found far from the stage. And they generally have no interest in theater as a machine for replicating conventions and reproducing clichés. They search out the pulsing source, the living currents that tend to bypass performance halls and the throngs of people bent on copying some world or another. We copy instead of create worlds that are focused or even reliant on debate with an audience, on emotions that swell below the surface. And actually there is nothing that can reveal hidden passions better than the theater.World Theatre Address - 20151 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Most often I turn to prose for guidance. Day in and day out I find myself thinking about writers who nearly one hundred years ago described prophetically but also restrainedly the decline of the European gods, the twilight that plunged our civilization into a darkness that has yet to be illumined. I am thinking of Franz Kafka, Thomas Mann and Marcel Proust. Today I would also count John Maxwell Coetzee among that group
PnF Apocalipsis Zombie! CAP. 2PnF Apocalipsis Zombie!PnF Apocalipsis Zombie! CAP. 21 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Walking Dead
Isabella se despierta. Ve que los chicos desde lejos estaban atacando a los zombies, todo era confuso. Porque Zombies? Se preguntaba, Isabella intenta levantarse pero se había torcido el pie por el accidente del auto.
Pero paso lo peor. Sin que los se dieran cuenta, un Zombie entro a la casa, venia por Isabella.
Isabella alarmada, intenta levantarse. Corre hacia la cocina pero el Zombie la estaba atacando, era horrible, Isabella tropezó y cayo, no podía pararle. El Zombie estaba a Centímetros de ella, el Zombie la iba a atacar pero vio que había una nevada al lado de ella, no tenía elección. Cogio la navaja y se la enterró en el estomago. Estaba totalmente traumatizada, pero el Zombie no había muerto, cada vez que el Zombie se acercaba a Isabella le salía mucha sangre derramándosela en todas partes. Quito la navaja y se la enterró en la cabeza haciendo que le sabia la
Winter SavagesA large, red sign right in front of me stated in large, white letters: PROCEED WITH CAUTION! Why would someone put this here? It’s the middle of winter, most of the predators are hibernating, and there’s no sign of life in these woods as far as the eye can see. I ignored the sign’s warning and proceeded on my journey; it may take days until I reach the nearest town.Winter Savages5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I hiked for a good five miles; or maybe it was six? I wasn’t really keeping track. By the time it started to get dark and freezing, I quickly set up a small fire for the night. All I found for fuel were some twigs, some small branches, and some decaying bark. I only had a small fire and my thick cloak to keep me warm for the night. Somehow, I managed to fall asleep despite the cold.
A loud rustling stirred me awake. I barely gained consciousness when I felt a quick, blunt force hit against my temple. I could only feel the cold snow against my face before I blacked out.
Waking up, I found myself tied
Deal?Such boys ran freely, in despair for the worries that they would find.Deal?1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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.
A Plunge Into Chaos (Chapter I: Part IV)A Plunge Into ChaosA Plunge Into Chaos (Chapter I: Part IV)22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(Chapter I: Part IV)
Tristan woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing against the glass table it sat on. "*snrk* h-huh?" Said Tristan as he was awakened.
After answering the phone, Tristan was greeted by a familiar voice. "Hello?" Asked Tristan in a groggy voice. "Tristan! Oh od ....thou- ... Yo- ..never p-....Up!" Said Crissy as she was repeatedly cut off by static.
"Hold on Crissy, you're cutting out. I'll call you back in a minute." Said Tristan as he noticed his brother rubbing his eyes.
"Oh, sorry bro. Did I wake you?" Asked Tristan after he hung up. "Nah, ...your phone did." Said Gareth, still half asleep.
"Sorry bud. It's ...three thirty anyway. We should check on Dune." Said Tristan as he got up from the soft sofa. "I need to make a phone call. Can you see how Dune's doing while I deal with this?" Asked Tristan. "Sure thing." Replied Gareth as he got up from the arm chair and headed for the door.
"Morning Dune, how're you doing?" Asked Gareth. "N-not good .
How do you solve a problem like MontereyRegent Piast sat down at her desk in the Regent's office of the Chantry. With the question the Justicar has asked about her ability to keep the place secure, she figured putting in some face time here in the god awful place this week was likely a good idea.How do you solve a problem like Monterey6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One of the accolytes brought her in the letters of the day. She thanked them politely, though it took a moment for her to remember the name of that particular accolyte. Vernon. Accolyte Vernon. She thanked him and sent him on his way. He seemed pleased to be remembered.... he must be newer than she had thought.
She leafed through the envelopes.
Poland, Poland, Vilnius, Copenhagen, Salzburg, Tunis, Prague... well hello.
Paris... sent to her as Regent specifically. And from Regent DeCouer no less....
She opened up the letter to find inside exactly what she had asked the clan for - a candidate to serve as Macabee's Tremere Primogen.......
A string of ancient cusswords no longer spoken by mortal man poured out of her mouth.
PnF Apocalipsis Zombie! CAP. 1PnF Apocalipsis Zombie!PnF Apocalipsis Zombie! CAP. 11 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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?
Hildy"My Lady...This is Hildegarde Svenhaugen. We met, remember?"Hildy31 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Ahhh, Ms Svenhaugen so good to hear from you. And what fortuitous timing, I was just writing you a note."
Aldona crumpled up the paper she had just addressed to the Scandanavian Toreador and threw it into the trash. Better this conversation not be set to paper anyway. Far less awkward that way.... and who knows what Lars had said to her...
"Oh? I just got a call from Lars Eidling last night. He wanted me to come visit, but I wanted to arrange acknowledgement first. He was very strange on the phone."
Strange. You've known him HOW long and strange is the only word you have for it? Fuck, it's like he's gone Jekyll and Hyde woman! "....... yes. He is not himself at the moment. He and some others in the domain seem to have been effected by .... something.
We're looking into it."
"Not... that wasn't him?"
That is not what I said.... oh, right Actress - horrible listening skills....
"I can not say for certain I'm afra
Eye's Bio GENERALEye's Bio3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Real Name: Ethan Summers
Nickname(s): eye guy and Freak
Birthplace: Louisville, Kentucky
Voice: has a really soft calm sounding voice not loud sounding
Current Residence: in a run down apartment with his friends
Weapon(s): doesn't kill but if told to or has to uses this little sharp piece that contains a posionness liquid that can kill you slowly and painfully
Method of Killing: he likes to hide in the shadows or near a tree to wait for his prey/victim to come near him and then tryes to be nice and kind to trick them so he can stab the sharp piece in your body ( in any place but mostly the neck )
Theme song: ( will maybe have one )
Hobbies: writing,reading and cooking
Special Items: none
Likes: being with his friends, reading mysteries and writing stories
Dislikes: rude people, Jeff, freak shows and government
Fear(s): being alone, his friends or love ones dyi
Candykid's Bio GENERALCandykid's Bio3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Real Name: Karen
Nickname(s): doesn't have any
D.O.B: 1/12 / 2009
Voice: has a young sounding voice
Current Residence: in a run down apartment with her friends
Weapon(s): frying pan, rolling pin and a Butcher knife
Method of Killing: she gets her vicotms in many ways she can kill you in your sleep,tricking you to let her in your house and then kill you one by one, gets you into a corner the then kill you and etc
Phrase: Would you like some candy ? ( yeah I'm going to be working on that )
Theme song: doesn't have one
Hobbies: knitting, baking, cooking and dancing
Special Items: a cook book she got on her fifth birthday
Likes: pink, candy, bake goods and her partner that she works with Sue
Dislikes: brown, Laughing jack, curses and mafia
Fear(s): being alone, his friends or love ones dying and death
Personality: nice,sweet,polite and kind but can