FaithFaithFaith1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Does God exist? I, just as the rest of mankind, do not know the answer. I don’t think I ever will. I believe that God exists, but as a man of science, I cannot rightly say for sure. It would be inappropriate of me to try to convince you, dear reader, that God exists, for I am without evidence, and it would be hypocritical of me to accost you without at least having hard facts. I can, however, lay out my reasons for believing.
First and foremost, it is simply easier to believe in God than it is to be skeptical. After all, we’re taught that nothing can happen without being caused. We’re also taught that the universe was created by the event commonly referred to as the Big Bang. According to the Bible, God created everything, right? So really, whatever caused the Big Bang is God.
There’s also the idea that this universe is just a computer simulation. By that logic, the programmers who made the simulation are all gods. Take the gods of ancient Greece as an exa
A KAVC Story: Who am I? Pt 2: A message.The day was weird, no one talks to nobody, and everyone looked sad. I asked to myself: "What happen?, Why is everyone sad?" but, I noticed something, it was cloudy and the sky was grey. Maybe that was the reason for that question. But, the day, all the day was strange and weird, when we started classes, I've looking that everyone was walking at the same time, step by step, sound by sound, but I ignored that, and I went into the classroom with no trouble. The day was very fast, it was 6:30 Pm and I went to my home.A KAVC Story: Who am I? Pt 2: A message.1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The strange things what I see, the people sad, the order, and my friends doesn't went to the university. But, the scariest things will be worst. In my home.
When I was going to go into my house, I noticed something: There was no houses!, Even my house is gone! What happen?!
When I was going to check my messages in my phone, I see the date of today: It was 25-06-2050. What?! 2050?!, Yes. I checked it in some calendars in the garbage, and, it was correct. But, I noticed myself,
Giantess 2You were at home when you felt the ground started to shake so you decided to go out side to see what's making it do that . And when you got. Outside you noticed a giant girl walking your way who is she ?Giantess 23 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
What is she going to do with her new hight
1) take over
2) protect the town
CASTLE_OF_GLASSThere was supposed to be more to the story of his life, but the evil overtook all that the demigod had knew.CASTLE_OF_GLASS5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
And now, there was no demigod in him. He was just a soul like the rest of his world. This tragedy was swiping over every speck of dirt, every splash of water. It all was crumbling down. Stabbing through his dreams, slicing swiftly like a sudden blade from an assassin. All of it was crumbling.
The world was falling apart.
Thunder struck wildly in the storm that attacked his land. He was breathing heavily with effort, hand over hand as he tried to climb the ladder before it was too late. Straining with every moment, trying to do anything to escape. But the sad part of it all was that he knew there was no escape.
The black void consumed all of the land.
Had he built this tower he now climbed in knowing of something of this nature? The timing of these two events were so close, it could be seen as unrealistic. Climb, climb, climb. His mind fluttered through thoughts like this, going
QM Tales: StargazingUnited States had always loved star gazing. For some inexplicable reason she was drawn to those steady lights in the sky. The waves lapped against her hull as she maintained her position, her green eyes locked on the black canvas above them with wonder and awe. She had heard so much about the stars, and it was a wonder for her to even be seeing such things, even if what she did hear didn’t make much sense. Queen Mary was beside her step daughter, gazing up at them as well.QM Tales: Stargazing2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Beautiful, aren't they?" She asked.
"Very." United States replied. "Um, Queen Mary?"
“Hmm?” The older liner turned to look at her. “Yes?”
“Just what are the stars?” United States asked softly. “I mean, I’ve heard so much about them and yet…none of it makes sense. What lurks up there?”
Queen Mary sighed and leaned against the dock. “To be honest, no one really knows at this point in time. People have all kinds of crazy theories, and some ships i
An Unwanted PassengerDear people of the world,An Unwanted Passenger4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm not gonna tell you all my real name, that would make it too easy for you to find me. But I will tell you my story. I was sixteen years old when I first discovered I could hear people's thoughts. It wasn't sudden, though. They were always there, I guess, but they started out too quiet to hear, and it wasn't until then that they were loud enough that I knew for sure they were real.
Now, I could write an entire novel about all the thoughts I heard and how I exploited them to get where I am today, but that's not what I'm here to talk about. I'm here to talk about the other thing I can do with my power. When I went to sleep, I never dreamed. Instead, I reached out with my mind, and visited the minds of other people, becoming a passenger to their dreams. One day, though, I reached out further with my mind and found a hospital. In this hospital, there were some minds that were empty. They were still alive, mind you, the lights were on
self-organization"I've realized something."self-organization9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I wasn't asking for your permission. I've realized that - that we make things beautiful so as to paint ourselves a world of assurances. Like - 'oh, that sunshine is so beautiful' so the idea of the sun approaching the Earth and scorching it to nothing suddenly becomes a non-reality, impossible to truly believe consequentially."
"Why don't you try living without beauty, then? Can you do it?"
"But see, in asking that you're already painting a shade of white so there must be a shade of black to give it a meaning. What if everything just is? I see the sunshine. It is warm. I enjoy looking at the colors it casts the street in. That is all."
"Yes, but no one sells any books with lines like 'that is all.' They have to make substance where there is objectively only chaos and theory."
"So you're saying the writers are fully aware of the fact that they are perpetuating non-realities?"
"It's called 'fiction' for a reason, you know. If you want things as they
RUMINATION #12: OUT OF ORDER (2/4)Neither of the two frogs in the back could close it so it was decided that the back door was left open for the duration of the trip. There wasRUMINATION #12: OUT OF ORDER (2/4)4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
only a light draft; right off the bat he assumed someone would be sucked out screaming to his doom. There were nets on the walls on
which to hold steady. The only sound was the droning of the micro-peller.
Rupert was focused on peddling, in his own little world and everyone else were standing in the same way they were in the park, before it
had gone mental “Why’s it called a gyrocopter, anyway” The lanky one asked thickly in a weak attempt of drawing conversation “Is it some
kind of flying sandwich?” Bob supplemented a better question.
“Whats happening?” Earp had an idea, but Chief Pepperoni had gained the floor
“The Singularity Projectors have shut down,” Bob heard the words but they were not understood “Binoculars stuck up on a poll,” the otter
exhaled with a grin “T
New Vision - Inspirational Quote #74As the sun did come forth and knew what it had done, there before all the wonders it did see, a new vision came forth: The need for it to sustain life...New Vision - Inspirational Quote #741 hour ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Consumed by the HighFor he found the world around him to be madness,Consumed by the High5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
as if the gods had plucked that final thread,
and unraveled the universe.
Yet even within the chaos he found himself oddly at ease,
as if he had finally arrived at a home he not been to in a millennium.
This feeling emanated through his entire being until his whole body was consumed by the vibration.
The Universe devouring his aura till only the shadow remained.
OW: Meet RosalitaWhy was everything so…OW: Meet Rosalita1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
A short girl, perhaps not much over four feet tall, timidly walked through the bone dormitory in order to find a room. She didn’t want to be too high up just in case she fell from the window, but she didn’t want to be on the lower floors just in case she was forced to interact with people. Despite the fact the mute had already met several people, most of which scared her half to death basically; she was convinced that certain people were nice just from appearance.
Like Kind. What was his original name again? Avery it was. A pretty name for a kind boy with beautiful wings. They were just so soft and easy to hide behind, how could she not admire them. She wasn’t as scared of Avery as she was of everyone else, she called him Kind for a reason, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t still wary of him.
Though there was that one time she refused to leave him even though she had to.
With a loud squeak Rosa tripped over something.
Sisters“Sister dear, you must calm yourself!”Sisters4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her scarlet hair enveloped her amber body as she shifted her gaze from the crisp bodies around her to me. “Oh yeah, and what are you going to do to stop me?”
The frown remained pressed on my lips. “The exact same thing I did last time dear sister.”
She twirled a strand of hair around an ebony finger and stared quizzingly at me. “Why do you care about them so much sister?”
“What do you mean?”
“About them.” she spat, gesturing to the bodies around her. “About these pathetic humans. These weak minded mortals.”
I stood my ground, glaring into her crimson eyes with my own sea-glass green, “Because sister, I am their life. I have a duty to protect them. They need me.” I certainly didn’t expect her to throw her head back with laughter.
“They need you,” she taunted, “Sister are you blind!? They are killing you. And don’t get me sta
PainThere’s pain in my lower abdomen. And I can’t move anymore. Blood pools around me and the smell is enough to overwhelm. I can’t even feel sick anymore. The smell and the pain are so great that it’s become my entire existence. I know the more I think of the pain the greater it gets so I focus on my breathing. How do I breathe again? I can’t really remember but my body still does so it breathes for me.Pain1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
I realize I’m still aware of my limbs but they won’t move. I’m scared to move them in case that makes things worse. I know I need to move but that’s impossible. If I move I’ll bleed out that much faster and I can’t yell for help. Nobody is going to help me. So I continue to lay on the hard, unforgiving ground. I can’t see the blood yet but I know that if I move my head to look it’ll be there.
I’m dying. The thought hits me like a weight to the chest. I’m actually dying. It's slow enough that I
Just Another Story (prologue)Hi, My name's Calico, I'm seventeen years old, six foot three, and have long, spikey, silver hair. my hair comes from a birth defect which also gives me deep teal eyes (don't believe me? look it up). I go to school at Makeshift Academy, I'm studying to be a graphic designer and model. I live on the out skirts of the suburbs of New York, and love it here. I live in a one bedroom cottage with a huge backyard, though i have no need for it, i love to lay a blanket down and read when its sunny. oh yeah, theres a small thing i forgot to mention, I'm dead. well, I am now, but the story I'm about to tell you takes place when i was living. I don't remember how i died or when it happened, but I'll tell you as much as i can remember. here goes.Just Another Story (prologue)1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ignorance Is Bliss“Did you even bother looking into this report,” the head writer for Rumer-aholics boomed as he slammed the unfinished document onto Mariah’s desk with his sausage like fingers. Mariah looked up from her half finished bucket of fried chicken and felt the same throbbing pain in her boss's face, that they both shared whenever she slacked off.Ignorance Is Bliss6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You are on my last nerve. One more incident like this and you're out!” He continued droning on and on .
Mariah averted her eyes, but to no avail . As a physical empath, she still felt the pain of her boss’s scratchy throat, as he bellowed. She rubbed her neck, despite knowing that once he left, her pain would subside and her brain would stop sending faulty distress signals in her neck . However, currently she was stuck with her boss’s bodily issues, and shared the burden of his pain.
In this world of physical empaths it was especially understandable why the others, in their separate cubicle
Lillian's SpeechWhen she does this, it's directed at the kids at her school.Lillian's Speech3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
OK. You guys are pathetic... I can practically say that some of you are wimps. How do you expect changes to happen if you just sit around and do nothing about it? How do expect it all to happen if you're silent? You want your voices to be heard, right?! None of you have the damn courage to seek out yourself! Again, pathetic. But you surely don't hesitate to see who's "cooler" than anyone else. That's nothing compared to where you can go in life!
If you go totally out of character to be better than everyone else, then hell! You can go places guys! You got the determination and the guts, some of you got the talents and the smarts, some of you got the moxie and everything else... yet you're priorities on the other hand, are way jacked up. You're on the right track, but your mind isn't set on the correct thing. You guys think you get everything you want, righ
DeathLook, I wasn't supposed to die.Death4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It wasn't part of the plan. The plan was quite simple, really. But then... I died.
I don't feel too bothered that I'm dead. If anything, I feel better than when I was alive. It's as if all my life, I was a caterpillar in a cocoon, locked up in a tiny space forever, and then suddenly, death came, and I transformed into a butterfly. My body is the cocoon, the butterfly my soul.
What really pains me is my friend's, my family, grieving over me. I can't bear to watch over them, looking at their tears pour down their faces, sobbing, rocking themselves over my body, whispering my name. Their pain is my pain; their grief my grief, their tears my tears. I hate to see them like this, but I can't tear myself away from watching them mourn. I wish more than anything that I could float down to them and comfort them, tell them that it will all be okay, that I'm fine, that death is fine and that I'm looking out for them. But I can't.
I must say, it's strange
Glass FlowersWhen I opened my eyes, I knew I was shattering. It was like someone had taken a can opener to my skull and spun it open, releasing the spoiled fruit within. The aroma of rot and twisted thoughts was heavy in the air, nauseating.Glass Flowers3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I took a breath.
Flowers. All around, beauty and color on a back drop of black. They seemed so real, yet had an artificial shine. They didn’t sway as I walked past and they were hard at my fingertips. They were glass, like me, so breakable. A pretty lie, not really alive.
Angry, It threw my fists into them, shattering them, the pieces pricked my wrists. Not in control of my brain anymore, I hollered and cried soundlessly as I tore through the field of glass. Their fragile shapes the only thing I could conquer.
Regret.I started to speak, and in the end, I replayed it in my memories.Regret.1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I should have known to speak a little less.
But it was always more – too much more.
And here I am, with the screams in my throat.
I shouldn't have said so much.
El almuerzoCuando las palabras se ahogan entre líquidos sin perfume. Cuando los gestos ya no son nítidos, y la fluidez es dudosa ante los ojos que yacen en órbitas perdidas. Cuando los planetas han dejado su rutina, y el planteamiento quiebra. ¿Qué hacer si lo planeado ya no vuela? Vuelta a empezar, es la misma historia, la tierra es inversa, y el cielo es pisoteado. ¿Por dónde hemos de caminar?El almuerzo5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Los caminos son cuentos frágiles sin final. Porque un cuento no tiene final. Es un círculo que desea vivir para siempre. Y te hundes, viajas y no sabes regresar. No quieres mirar atrás, porque has tomado curvas y desvíos que desconocías. ¿Y qué nos queda ahora que podemos mirar?
Es hora del almuerzo. Descansemos antes de que el manto negro nos alabe con su descanso universal.
Scab MountainI gritted my teeth and whined, then I stared at my bloody fingers, pricked with needle rocks. And my aching stomach, swirling with poisonous berries. My hair, a mattes mess, scabs on my forehead and cheeks.Scab Mountain12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Then I realized I had done it.
I had. I had climbed Mt. Everest, to the very top. Was i regretting it? Or just not rebelling in my victory? News crews and crowds rest at the bottom. I, the youngest person to climb Mt. Everest, at 14 years old. I was relieved to be alone for a while. Those hundreds of people were hundreds of feet away. I heard nothing but peaceful silence.
I took a breath, with it turning to cold fog, and I held my Windbreaker on close. It was cold.
I dragged my legs up, and threw my rope into a pile. The ragged rocks stuck through my holed shoes, and the blood on my forehead began to dry. I was very dehydrated. I slid a finger across it, then pulled it down and licked my bloody finger. Warm liquid. I salivated, but I wouldn't further eat myself. Was it worth it? Cli
FragmentoÉl era el último hombre de la Tierra. Era el último que estaba pisando su suelo, respirando su aire, sintiendo la luz de su Sol. Para la raza humana, el planeta ya estaba muerto. Pero no para él.Fragmento6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
-Atención –dijo la voz magnética –Las compuertas se cerrarán en cinco minutos. Por favor, si aún sigue afuera de la nave, le pedimos que ingrese. Gracias por su colaboración
El hombre seguía viendo hacia el horizonte y todavía sentía la brisa en su cara. Apenas captó unas cuantas palabras del mensaje. Las lágrimas comenzaron a avecinarse en sus ojos. No podía irse, no podía dejar su planeta, su Tierra, su Madre.
No tenía familia que se encontrase en la nave. Sus padres habían muerto por la enfermedad cuando él era joven y nunca encontró el amor en alguna otra persona. Nunca sintió ninguna relación con algún otro ser humano, nunca estuvo conectado. Pero esto... El hecho