NothingI could feel his inspiration running through my fingers like sand in an hour glass, cliche but truer than the truth. I began to feel myself stuck in the quicksand, unable to move, falling deeper into the trap that preyed on those that struggled with complacency.Nothing22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He looked at me curiously, wondering what secret desire I held behind the placation of friendship. His eyes, too, reflected a myriad of secrets that were too dark to utter. I saw myself reflected in those eyes. Together, our minds whispered secrets to each other, desperately wanting the barriers to fall, to be alone with each other.
We were confused. We shared a connection, one that felt centuries old, and neither of us knew why. And it dawned on me, I was my friend, and he, I. I was him in a different body, a different life, trying to make sense of the cards in my deck and why I had been dealt that particular hand. We played the same game, treading carefully on egg shells, not wanting to wake the beast within.
I was torn apart
1000 words a day #1 I wish what everyone hates.As the sun started to disappear, thousands of people, tired of the day's work, started to fill bars and clubs with laughter and drunkenness . In one of those bars, alone in a corner, sat a man. In contrast with his surroundings, he was quiet, discreet and alone. While the rest of the bar was full of friends having a good time, all he had was his cold glass of beer and the company of a large book (which seemed to work as a scarecrow to the rest of the customers).1000 words a day #1 I wish what everyone hates.5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Being so engaged in his book, he didn't care about the young men that had entered the place. The boy seemed was muscular and appeared to be in good health, though he had a tired look in his face, not tired of working but... tired of everything.
The boy dragged his eyes around the bar, and didn't look impressed. In the past, he would have made sure that everyone paid attention to him, and appreciated his presence, but now attention was the least thing he wanted, too much attention had made him do terrible stuff in the past, even
That is Not MeWe live in a world where the rules are made by individuals with power, rules meant to suit these powerful individuals. So what if we were all individuals with power? How many rules would there be? Who would choose the rules? Who would be the most powerful of the powerful? There always needs to be a number one. That’s how humans think. That narrow mind cannot exceed the limits and boundaries of itself. I promise you and assure you that humans seldom think of other humans. That’s why I make my rules to suit myself. Because I suppose I am a selfish entity. Rather, I am an observer of humanity. And I see many things on a daily basis. Like the man who will help the hungry child simply because there are people watching. Simply because there is a benefit that underlies the act. There is something to be received, a prize in return.That is Not Me2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In our universe there is a law. One cannot receive something without receiving something else of equivalent value. That’s what I’ve been tol
MonsterousTrivialities, I used to detest them, thinking them nothing more than a desperate plea for attention by women, calling out in fear of loneliness. But now, I longed, yearned for them even. I wanted nothing more than to feel his fingers running through my hair or experience the warmth of his hand on my back, be it a touch of encouragement or an embrace of souls laced with subtle intrigue.Monsterous21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I wanted more, but more was only a yearning that lived in my darkest dreams. Every emotion, every moment conveyed across the void we call personal space, was a call, a plea to that dream.
And beyond my imagination, my dream began to surface as reality. I watched. Out of the corners of my eyes, the dimensions crossed. My scrutiny caught all, every subtle sign that there was a connection, a merging of states. The possibility of my desires fleshing out became an obsession. I took every opportunity to see it come to life. I created opportunities. I was in control. I was in charge of fate.
But the ever