Writer's Block - Day 25The old man chuckled at the unsuspecting gangsters. They had no idea who they were dealing with. One of them gripped his shoulder and asked him to come with them. He paused for a moment, and placed his pint gently on the table. He felt kinda hungry. He could really go for a sandwich right now. Maybe something light, nothing too heavy. Didn't want to fill up before dinner. Maybe just some lettuce and tomatoes slipped between two pieces of bread. Ooh, maybe some toast. Oh now that would be nice. He could almost taste it now. The delicious flavours of . . . flavourness and . . . a sandwich with ingredients . . . and things . . .Writer's Block - Day 2510 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Miranda selected the entire paragraph and backspaced. “This is going nowhere.” She thought, before going to make herself a sandwich. She came back and flopped back into the chair in desperation, half the meal already in her stomach.
She'd managed to write herself into a corner here. She hadn't really planned out the story, and only 5 pages in sh
A Game of Cat and Mouse and Soap With a long, slow lean from behind the leg of the ottoman, the tiny, adorable rat peered out into the living room. The carpet was a vast plain that stretched out before her, the furniture towering above her head. She looked left, she looked right. It seemed the coast was clear. She skittered along the wall to the grandfather clock. She peeked out, her eyes flitting back and forth. She scampered across the room to the table. Still, nothing. She rolled under the couch and crawled to the edge of the doorway. There, across the checkerboard tile and white counters, just beside the sink, was a brand new bar of soap. Her little pupils dilated in awe and her eyes got all misty at the sight. With a somersault to her feet, checking to the left, and to the right, she darted through the doorway, scuttling across the kitchen.A Game of Cat and Mouse and Soap20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
*tappa tappa tappa tappa tappa tappa tappa tappa*
The cat yawned as he padded through the kitchen, a mug of c
Moto's Day Out “Alrighty then, let’s see what’s on the radio right now. Oh this is my jam! ‘When I walk up in the club, this is what I see-’ Crap! Frog! Frog! Frog! Stupid lady!Moto's Day Out5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Didn’t you see me turning right? I mean, my light is green for crying out loud! Hey, don’t you start threatening me with the cops! Yeah, yeah, go ahead and tell them that I’m right here waiting for them! You see, I’ve got connections lady. Heck, I can even get the Japanese mafia on you!
Huh?... Oh yea?! Well frog you too! I don’t need this! Stupid son of a bull frog thinking that the cops’ll take her side… Oh?! Well hello officer!
Oh no, no. It’s nothing major, except that this lady over here went ahead and hit my car as I was turning. Well, yes officer. I do understand the rules of driving. After all, why else would I have a driver’s license? Yes sir.
Virulent BronyismTHIS IS SATIREVirulent Bronyism13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As a member of the DISEASE RECOGNITION AND CONTAINMENT ORGANIZATION, I am fearful to announce that the current outbreak of a new disease has resulted in the loss of thousands of denizens of the planet over the past few months. Working in the heart of the Great Plains, where ponies and other evolutionary offshoots of horses inhabit, researchers have discovered a new fatal disease called Virulent Bronyism. A truly ferocious foe to the health of the nation, not to mention the world, this virus poses an seemingly insurmountable threat. Luckily, our researchers are working on a cure, and have been met with promising early results. In the following conference, I will outline the symptoms of Virulent Bronyism, and detail the few, but potent, known treatments of the disease.
As far as researchers have been able to tell, Virulent Bronyism is generally transferred through contact with previously infected member, allowing containment of the virus to be exercised.
Daily Quickie #84: How To Wind Up Your KidDISCLAIMER: This story contains absolutely no sexual content whatsoever. If that is what you seek, please seek help instead. This story was not written by me, but by my friend Starwarrior. I am posting these stories here on his behalf.Daily Quickie #84: How To Wind Up Your Kid5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I had some fun getting my son all wound up today. More wound up that is. Wink
This afternoon I had been working on some paperwork and the little guy was sprawled out on the couch. Something had given him the giggles, I’m not sure what. But he absolutely couldn’t stop. I would try to concentrate and these snickers and chortles kept spilling out. He would be quiet for a few moments and then burst again. So finally I got up and walked over to where he was laying. He was wearing an unbuttoned short sleeved flannel shirt and khaki shorts and was barefoot. He had a big cheese eating grin. He looked up at me and started giggling again.
“I don’t suppose you could be quiet for a few minutes.” I said with mock seriousness. He closed h