thirty days. | oikawa tooruthirty days. | oikawa tooru1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Oikawa always ends up staring at your eyes. No matter how many times he tries to look away or tries to ignore your glimmering and shining [e/c] eyes, he always ends up looking at them in the end. It’s cheesy, he had to admit that – it’s very cheesy; somewhat like those old romantic cliche movies that you’d see every once in a while, but he loves your eyes and he loves staring at them; and a huge smile breaks in to his face when he stares at you. You would always respond to him by giving him a furrowed eyebrow, mouthing a quiet ‘What?’ as if you were questioning his actions, but he would merely let out a soft laugh before pulling you closer to himself and wrapping his strong arms around your waist, quietly murmuring mellow words of ‘I love you’ and ‘You mean so much to me.’
“I love you,” he would say, “I love each and every piece of you.”
He has always been so affectionate; he
I should have knownI should have seen itI should have known1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
after each late night you knocked on my door
through each smile you managed to crack
every time my gaze lingered
through the thick glass of those empty bottles
in the ashes of those cigarettes
But all I saw was you laugh it all off.
Though I didn’t know at the time.
I should have seen it
I looked at you enough
You always seemed to have things under control
I couldn’t see past the precise perfection of your one-man masquerade
Excuse me while I figure this out
How could I pay so much attention but miss the pain you felt?
Where was I?
Why didn’t I try hard enough to be by your side?
The pain tears me up inside
to think of the tears you always managed to hide
That nothing I could do would stop you
But then I think
If I was there, would I have been able to help?
To save you from that knot in your throat
To save you from having to forget
To usurp you from your glass bottle throne
Amongst the smoke and ashes
TyM- Volviendo al pasado, cambiando al futuro 3ANTERIORMENTETyM- Volviendo al pasado, cambiando al futuro 35 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Lon: Bien espero que el codigo siga siendo el mismo -mete su codigo de acceso- vamos -se abre la puerta- genial
Tamy: ¿Que aspecto tiene la maquina del tiempo?
Lon: Se parece a una pokebola
Marie: Lo tengo pero ¿por que es amarilla?
Lon: ¿Amarilla? Cuando la use era roja -la pone en marcha
Tamy: -ve como se pixela- Se siente raro
Marie: Espero que no estropee mi peinado -se ve pixelada
Lon: Ahora viene lo que mas molesta -los pixeles se separan y desaparecen
Lon, Tamy y Marie aparecieron en Danville pero estaba muy diferente no parecia que hubieran retrocedido en el tiempo mas bien parecia que habian avanzado hacia adelante.
Los chicos se sorprendieron al ver la calle vacia y un monton de aero-coches en el cielo a lo lejos se podia ver como unos chicos se acercaban a gran velocidad en unos aero-patines Lon miro al chico que iba ma
The Best Quotes and Responses #58"Hey, we've been together for years now, and I've been wondering . . . am I real to you? Am I real enough to take seriously?"The Best Quotes and Responses #586 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"Of course not. You're the woman of my dreams."
DreamsThe odd thing about Gustav’s nightmares was that although they were the same each time, there were times when it was as if he was reliving the memory, with no realization that it was a dream, and other times where he was fully aware it was a dream but couldn’t wake up. He wasn’t sure which he hated more. The first was much more terrifying overall, but he also despised the feeling as he tried to wake himself and the consciousness of the fact that it wasn’t real. In his own experience, very few of his dreams lasted longer than a few minutes, which wasn’t long enough for him to actually have to relive the event that caused them. The rare times that did happen was during the first type of dream. He wasn’t very keen on experiencing that while having the second type. Waiting for those minutes in fear and feeling the panic attack setting in was bad enough and always left him breathing hard and sweating when he finally woke up.Dreams4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Tonight he was very aware that
On the RocksIn a clean and well lit bar, a couple sat, blending in with the despondent atmosphere. Bach's Chaconne in D Minor, a piece written after his wife passed on, was looping like a melancholy ambience. The husband and wife were perched on colorless stools, the poignant pallor of their skin not unlike the color of the seats. The wife asked "See this cup of scotch on rocks?" Her husband, with an errant and impatient bat of his eye replied "Yes. You really think I care?" She then retaliated "No, but our marriage is on rocks too." Both of them stood up, trudged heavy-heartedly in opposite directions. An already fragile balance toppled and ended in a minor key.On the Rocks1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
TOPBOGIMFL FanficThe morning sun rose over the lawn. It shimmered on the dew-covered grass, waking them as their cells began photosynthesis.TOPBOGIMFL Fanfic1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The fairest blade in the lawn, Abilene Blade, lifted her beautifully straight form, tapered to a perfect, still-green point. Fair was she in the morning light, bent gracefully under the weight of the thousand sparkling dewdrops scattered over her flawless greenness.
Her love, John Blade, grew beside her, and they leaned together, two grass blades in their prime, happy in their love as they watched the peaceful sunrise and listened to the rustling of the soft morning breezes in their leaves.
But it was not to last.
A mechanical roar broke the morning stillness. Grasses screamed and shuddered, dewdrops flying off their panicking forms. They clung to loved ones and cowered before the feared force whose terrible name spread in terrified whispers throughout the lawn.
It came, monstrous and red, all sharp whirring blades, and the grass fell before i