Profile in Change - Kiara TanakaProfile in Change - Kiara Tanaka 1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Kiara had a voice in her head that wanted her to destroy everything. Or at the very least cause some serious pandemonium with substantial amount of property damage. Some people getting hurt from all that was only to be expected.
That voice was just terrible really.
But Kiara had to deal with it. And sadly enough of some times she found herself listening to the voice too. Not always giving in to temptation, but even listening was a pretty dangerous thing too since it was really good at coaxing her.
This was because the voice was an echo of a demon lord, Black Fox.
Eternal LightI see you from a distance and I cannot touch. Oh, how I want to; I crave the life force and nectar you harbor. Your pale skin; your sparkling eyes, my pulse quickens as I stare through the shrouded veil, I can almost taste you. You are close, as I can feel your warmth. Yet, as I reach for you, the emptiness consumes me. You have vanished and my longing continues.Eternal Light21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Everyday, it is the same ritual. I sneak upon the luscious garden toward your window. Your stunning beauty transcending the loneliness I feel inside this desolate heart. My hideous appearance drowning any chance I have at capturing a soul as pure as you. Still, I stare into your room, wondering what you are, your thoughts, feelings, and desires fill my void with meaning; fantasizing about a life inside your arms. Again, you vanish. Where have you gone?
Saddened, I return to my lair and stare into my mirror; thoughts, feelings, desires, all betray my eyes. You reach for me, and I return your touch, navigating my way thro
When There Was Only Flesh LeftThe most frightened I’d ever been was when I woke up and suddenly everything was wrong.When There Was Only Flesh Left2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Nothing changed. It all looked the same, the faces were all familiar. Mirrors still reflected and life went on as it always had. But it was wrong.
That time, it was like being in a dream. Reversed, though. Everything looked the same but I knew it was all a thin film. I could swear I saw the exoskeletons of the beetles wearing my mother’s skin, saw them rub up against the surface. Her voice was robotic. Systematic. Unfeeling.
Mold was living in the walls and all the food had soured. My stomach ate itself. I lost ten pounds of appetite and probably ten gallons of that ocean water. I’d already lost all the time I’d saved in my bank. All those months of planning had been stolen from me. Gone. And now nothing was certain. Would never be certain again.
I’d lost more than the ocean, the time, the appetite. There was a rock, sturdy. It seemed to fit so perfectly in my hands mos
BarmecideI had been friends with Mark for three years. We met in eighth grade and remained friends. I knew he had a crush on me, but I ignored it. I thought, eventually he would move on. He never did. I kind of blocked it out and continued to hang out with him.Barmecide4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The summer before my senior year, Mark's father got a new job in Reno. Mark was determined to take me out, for a last hurrah, before he left for Nevada.
I had been spending a lot of time with Clarisse Dennison. Her parents owned a boat and would take us out on Riot Lake whenever we wanted. It was much more exciting that anything Mark had planned. He liked to go smoke pot and drive around in his old beater.
I had also started dating someone new, but hadn't told Mark. I figured he would leave and be none the wiser. I didn't think about keeping in contact with him. I just wanted a split.
Mark called me three days before he was supposed to leave town. He asked if he could take me out. He said we could see a movie, maybe get dinner.
I told hi
That Horrible DayStained jacketThat Horrible Day1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Some Beauty Belongs To Darkness"You are beautiful, truly, my dear, but, like the moon, some beauty belongs to darkness." He told Lillae softly, petting the back of her hand as she eyed him suspiciously.Some Beauty Belongs To Darkness1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"Belongs to darkness? I thought you said nothing would be forced," She said.
"I said I would never force you to do any thing you don't want to do," He grinned, his elongated canines resting against the plump flesh of his bottom lip.
She narrowed her eyes and watched him circle her, running his cold hand along her shoulder as he leaned in close to whisper "But dear, neither of us believe that you don't want this."
She felt the press of his lips against her neck and turned on her heel to face him, but met the emptiness of the room beyond her, alone. Lillae let out a sigh, she hated his possessive teasing; She could still feel his breath, as cold as any winter gust of wind, still chilling her skin.
Prelude to MadnessHe gave one last pitiful, guttural noise as the blade plunged deep into his chest, beady eyes wider than they’d probably ever been in his prurient life. The horror on his face was buried by fat and sweat as he toppled backwards, blood bursting grotesquely from his lips.Prelude to Madness17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“Disgusting fuck.” Ezekiel’s blank expression didn’t change as he wiped the spatter off of his face with leather-clad fingers. “You got what you deserved.”
In a fluid and practiced motion, he pulled an untraceable, one-time-use flip phone from his pocket, pressed a single speed-dial button, and tossed it next to the corpse.
“Not that it really matters to me,” he added to no one. “I get paid whether you deserve being stuck like the fucking swine you are or not. Do us both a favor and defragment before A gets here though, eh? You don’t wanna be around for that and neither do I.”
He stepped over the Inhuman lying in a pool of its own thick blood with a
Are you really that desperate...?Are you really that desperate…?Are you really that desperate...?4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
A simple, yet powerful phrase. One that people will see before making a decision that would haunt them for the rest of their natural lives. Those that have a computer can see this on their computer screen as they ranted about someone they really hated so much they want dead, going to commit suicide, and so on and so on.
Whoever or whatever uses this phrase "Are you really that desperate…?" would seem kind and sympathetic to anyone going through some form of misery and pain no matter where they are. The person that is miserable would tell this being on the internet everything about what is causing their unhappiness. Said being would feel sorry for this person and would assure them that everything would be okay. That they should never go through so much pain.
The most disturbing part about meeting this mysterious being is that the person or persons that made the one it was talking miserable would end up dead in very gruesome ways. But that