Cinnamon Souls"You're mixing water in your coke again."Cinnamon Souls3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You do that when you worry."
"I'm always worried."
"No, you're usually cinnamon-in-your-tea worried. This is water-in-coke worried and that is seriously beginning to freak me out."
"What are you worried about?"
"You're going to think it's stupid."
"Well...do you ever wonder about the kind of guy you're waiting for?"
"I think we all wonder about that guy, love."
"I've been thinking about him more often than not lately. What he would be like, I mean."
"Oh. Well...if it helps any, I know what mine would be like."
"Sure. He will be tall, so I have to stand on my toes to kiss him. He will be kind so I can tell him anything without fearing him judging me. He will be strong so he can carry me when I fall."
"Wow. Sounds like you have this figured out. I guess we all have some idea about what our soulmate should be like."
"You know what yours will be like then?"
"No, I'm talking to the li
RealWhen they met it was on accident.Real5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her heel caught in a crack on the old sidewalk that was full of them, and her books fell out of her hands and hit the ground almost rhythmically. He thinks that it's the perfect way to meet someone, cliche and nothing embarrassing.
She's had enough cliches to last her a lifetime, and she thinks little of it.
She thinks little of him, to be honest. He is kind and a gentleman, and, at their first meeting, utterly boring. However, boring has a new appeal for her, which is why they meet a second time.
She doesn't realize how much time she spends with him until she calls him one night to talk about nothing at all, simply for the purpose of hearing his voice. The realization scares her more than she wants to admit, and when he picks up after the first ring she tells him that she called the wrong number, apologizes, and hangs up.
Later, she recognizes the fact that he probably knew it was her calling, and finds herself unexpecte
RQ: A Heartfelt Apology (Professor!Erwin x Reader)Work had consumed each and every aspect of not only his life, but yours as well. By the time your alarm clock marked the start of a new day, he was long gone, most likely finishing his first morning lecture. In the past, when work wasn't so much a bother, he would leave sticky notes on the bedroom door, expressing how much he cared for you in a few short words. But as the year progressed, so did the immense workload, which caused tension between the two of you. He no longer left notes, and instead of eating dinner together, you were left alone at the table tending to stacks of paper as he did the same in his office. Little to no words were exchanged, and if there were, it was with reluctance and a hint of irritation.RQ: A Heartfelt Apology (Professor!Erwin x Reader)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There were times, after he had fallen asleep beside you, that you wondered if he ever felt as you did; hating this fissure in your marriage and wanting the love and adoration you showered each other in before. You loved him, with all your heart, there was no doubt ab
Breakup SpeechIt's not you, it's me. I know it's the oldest excuse in the book, but hey, when it works, it works. Did you really see this lasting longer than a couple months? When does anything last longer than a couple months with me? I hope we can still be friends.Breakup Speech2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yeah, 'cause everyone wants to be friends with the ex-lover. Like it ever works.
You know me. You know the type of person that I am. I've never been able to settle down. My heart wanders like a nomad. It seeks shelter where it's offered but only stays long enough to get warm. Attachment isn't an option for me. My mind is too warped. It's too dark to ever let someone in. Truly let someone in.
No, fuck! That's all wrong. It's too personal. Too emotional. Let me try again.
I don't want to do this, but I'm only going to hurt you if I don't. And that's the last thing I want to do. So I'm ending this before it goes too far. I completely understand if you never want to talk to me again.
The First KissIt wasn't even past eight when she ran into her room. She didn't bother and change her clothes as she simply slid under the covers. She cocooned herself in her bed hurriedly, unable to hold back the smile that crept up her face. She knew that she had acquired a new set of dreams this evening. Dreams that will be haunting her for a very long time.The First Kiss2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She'd banished every other memory on her way home. This one dream was so majestic it seemed unfit to share anything with it. She feared a picture of her precious moment would seep through the smile she couldn't hide and someone would catch it and drag her back into the dull silent world.
It was a kiss that lasted seconds, but in her head it was a cinematic that went on for hours. Her heart pounded so viciously to the point she thought the sound alone could fill the entire world around her. She recalled her kiss, a blush creeping on her cheeks.
She closed her eyes tightly as she stirred in bed. Maybe her dream will go on
Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? 2p!America X YouI'm absolutely drenched, my hair spiralling arond me with crystalline droplets running off each strand. It's already dark, the long highway beside me completely deserted as thunder rumbles on the horizon. It's a few more miles until I get to my house, and my solitary journey is bleak and uneventful.Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? 2p!America X You3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The roar of something else assualts my ears, and I dart off the side of the road as a large motorbike comes streaking by. It skids, before coming to a halt a few metres away. The lights on it are blinding, rain running off the steamlined body, painted with the American flag. It's covered in a lot of mud, and I see the rider take off his helmet with a swish of his tousuled mahogany hair. I see a wide white smile, the stranger beginning to stroll towards me as if he has all the time in the world.
I scuttle backwards, uncertain.
As the first flash lightening illuminates the young man coming towards me, I hear a wolf howl in the distance.
"Are you afraid of the big bad wolf darlin'?" His voice
Chemical Attractions, Part IWe can learn a lot from salt.Chemical Attractions, Part I4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The chlorine atom is fundamentally lacking, longing to fill that gaping hole in its valence shell, and those bright bits of energy dancing in amorphous clouds around a sodium atom are just too tempting for the poor chlorine to resist. Chlorine probably knows that it has no claim to those electrons. It might lie awake at night for days or weeks in a fit of conscience, seeking alternatives before sending out tentative feelers and inviting Sodium to join it for coffee... It's a romantic comedy in minature, and I think that we can skip over the montage of dates and dinners and late nights on the couch in front of a forgotten movie, set to some perky but meaningless tune of the early Nineties.
It's only much later, once caught in the throes and tedium of a borderline-abusive relationship, that Sodium begins to understand the true nature of an ionic bond, begins to search and grope in vain for those lost luminous stars that Chlorine stole back in the early days,
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.The Coffee God1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
Human! Lucario x Reader: In Order to Protect YouYou and your Lucario practically grew up together. You first got him when he was a Riolu, no need for a starter for you. He was so sweet and protective of you, it was cute. However, once he evolved into a Lucario, something, changed...Human! Lucario x Reader: In Order to Protect You2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He became rather angry and frustrated. Whenever you fought, he seemed so irritated and annoyed. You wondered why he was like this now. And if you ever lost, then he'd fly into a rage. You tried asking him what was wrong, but he was stubborn and would never answer you.
Then he changed into a human. He still was angry at stuff, and you tried to ask him why again and again, hoping he give you the answer now. Of course, he didn't.
When he first changed into a human, you were shocked beyond belief. Then slowly, you began to realize it was your Lucario. He knew all your secrets that you told him when you were younger and when he was still a Riolu. When he transformed, that was four or five moths ago.
You woke up to hear a loud, 'crash' somewhere in your house.
Beginning We EndHim, in the very beginning:Beginning We End3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He is eighteen when he gets his death sentence. Unlike most death sentences, this one isn't going to send him to the guillotine or maybe the noose. Instead, it's handed to him by a doctor with very clean hands in a stark white room probably very similar to the one he'll end up dying in. And it's not the type of death sentence carried out by an impassive executor. He's essentially going to kill himself. He is dying from the inside out.
He mumbles something at the doctor, and suddenly he is on the street, a white piece of paper fisted and crumped in his hands. He's grateful it has the prescription written on it in sloppy medical scrawl, because he sure as hell can't recall half or more of the conversation he just had. All that's left are words like, "terminal" and "life-expectancy" and "5-10 years". He kicks viciously at the curb, wonders how the world can be ending on a day when the sky is blue and the clouds are full and the air is sweet.
The sun plants taun
For Cry[ This is written for Cry aka ChaoticMonki on Youtube, by his request during a multiplayer livestream of hilarious win. I said in chat that I was forgoing writing yaoifics to watch the stream and the rest is history. I could not stop at one... so there are two fics, one that is a bit cliché and has Cry as the uke (aka the submissive one) and then my personal favorite, one in which he is the seme (the dominant one). Russel can be found over thisaway and, like the true gentleman he is, provided the necessary other half for a right good pairing. I hope the following entertains or at least amuses. All typos, destruction of grammar, plot inconsistencies, etc., are entirely my fault. Use only as directed. Member FDIC. ]For Cry4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Story The First: Hangover Cure
Cry woke to the smell of alcohol, both lingering on warm breath at his ear as well as growing stale on air brightening with morning light. The twent
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.Nine Times2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
AppassionataClaire does not find him at his funeral.Appassionata4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Dean's body lies in an open casket, face-up with soft wrinkles and loose muscles. There is nothing of her husband in this corpse. He was rough and jagged. It seems wrong to see his edges smoothed down.
She hovers over his body and feigns sorrow. She hears family and friends weep and whisper comfort into each others' ears behind her. They offer their words and shoulders to her and she nods politely and pretends to cry.
All the while, she traces the ring on her finger and does not flinch when the diamond cuts into skin.
Claire looks for her husband. It is exhausting, but she has time.
In the rooms of their house, she does not find him. Instead she finds the ghost of him, his scent lingering in the cracks and crevices of the floorboards. Two weeks after the death of his body, her husband still has not returned.
His disappearance cuts into her now, making her grief raw and causing a tightness in her chest. There is a pressure on her lungs, as if her
Confession of Betrayal"There was a time when I feared you, avoided you, for what you were - before I knew the person you were. A time, even, when I believed that because of that, you would have to die. That you were evil because of that irrational fear, and that all things 'evil' must be eradicated." She sighed deeply, clutching his hand for support as she spoke the truth that she'd never told him.Confession of Betrayal3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"When you first spoke to me, and I answered, I lied. I was willing to sacrifice my own morals if it meant reaching my goal. Killing you."
He watched her expressionlessly as she confessed what she had meant to tell him long ago, but had never had the chance - or perhaps the courage - to do so.
"And what made you change your mind?"
She blushed and glanced downwards, before continuing. "I-it... Honestly, I don't know. I was..." She mumbled incoherently to herself, and he patiently waited for her to speak up again.
"Every day, I plotted against you, even while I gave you fake smiles and claimed to be some
a perfect heartOn a sunny Sunday morning a girl walked into a vintage shop, smelling of coffee and tobacco, and said,a perfect heart5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I would like to buy a heart, today."
A boy, dressed in a grey vest and plaid shirt, smiled mischievously from his book
He was the type of indie vintage boy. Type of prince perfect you found on the covers of a magazine, though not as flawless. But his crinkling emerald eyes were so intriguing, and his ruffled hair was attractive.
'We have many hearts; which type do you prefer?'
The boy's voice was low but sweet, like rich flowing honey.
First there are the big, loving kinds---;
Translucent and sunshine streams through it when you hold it up high to the sky
But they shatter like glass, breakable, and brittle.'
'Then there are these small ones..
Gold painted and still beautiful, I would say
They are lined with metal frames and a silver, unbreakable cage
But they are so heavy, and worrisome, and easy to lose,
But don't get me wrong---they never break.'
'but oh ' the girl hesita
RaindropsRaindrops4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Victoria laughed when they finally found cover from the rain. She wiped her eyes of the water, but raindrops still dripped onto their faces. Vincent gave a disapproving frown and tried to wipe the offending tears, until Victoria slapped his hand away.
"Don't do that," she said with a smirk, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You'll ruin my makeup."
"As if the rain hadn't already done that," Vincent replied, making her chuckle softly. Victoria sat down in the veranda and ushered for him to sit next to her. He happily obliged. His clothes crumpled uncomfortably in the rain and mud, but for some reason, it didn't seem to bother him as much. "You'll catch a cold at this rate."
Victoria's lips quirked into a strange smile, as she said, "You forget that I'm already dead."
"No," he replied, smiling as well. "You're very much alive. At least, to me you are."
Her eyes softened as she looked down and slowly grazed his fingertips with her own. Their conversation was tame yet surprisingly intimate,
Watching the stars. Norway x ReaderWatching the stars. Norway x Reader1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What is your favorite thing to do?
You could have said many things to answer that kind of question. Whether it was to knit sweaters for your friends and family, to bake a cake, to design a certain type of clothing, there were various types of ways to answer that question. Because, as we all know, all people had different things they like to do. We're not all the same. We have different opinions, different points of view, and that's what makes us unique. Or at least, that's what I think that makes all of us very unique.
But [Name] always had a hard time answering that type of question. Sounds silly, doesn't it? She knew it was pretty crazy. I mean, what kind of person is she if she doesn't know what was her favourite thing to do? But still, she would think and think all day, what was her favourite thing to do? She liked to blog about things. But that wasn't typically her favourite thing to do. [Name] liked to plant flowers, but that wasn't also her favourite thing to do. S
Monogamous Yu-Gi-Oh Ship ListThis is an ongoing project that is open to contributions.Monogamous Yu-Gi-Oh Ship List4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Please read the description before critiquing or asking questions.
Generally Accepted Shipnames
Admireshipping - Kotsuzaka x Mokuba
Adoptshipping - Gozaburo x Seto
Adviseshipping - Priestess Aishizu x Mana
Agileshipping - Anzu x Vivian
Airshipping - Thief King Bakura x Priest Shaada
Akinshipping - Sugoroku x Ryouta
Anagramshipping - Priest Karim x Marik
Angelshipping - Rafael x Ryou
Angstshipping - Marik x Ryou
Anruishipping - Shaadi x Yuugi
Antagoshipping - Yami Bakura x Seto
Supreme Antagoshipping - S0 Kaiba x Yami Bakura
Apparishipping - Roba x Kotsuzaka
Apprenticeshipping - Mahaado x Mana
Aptshipping - Hiroto x Isis
Aquaintanceshipping - Hiroto x Roba
Ardentshipping - Hiroto x Shizuka
Argenshipping - Pegasus x Ryou
Arrogantshipping - Seto x Mai
Artichokeshipping - Yami M
Are You Afraid? : Levi/Rivalle Heichou x ReaderThe dining hall had quieted down considerably. Many of the soldiers that had finished their meals had already left and the few of you that had lost track of time were huddled together at a table—mugs filled with tea that had gone cold, ignored by the distraction of conversation.Are You Afraid? : Levi/Rivalle Heichou x Reader1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You subconsciously shivered as Connie Springer continued his tale of “horror”. It was one of those few, rare, and in-between moments where everyone was able to relax a bit.
There was a dark and orange glow that had settled over the dining hall and the eerie lighting created shadows over everyone’s faces. Sasha who was seated beside you let out a small whimper.
“…and they say that every night—if you’re out wandering the halls past midnight, you’ll hear footsteps and the tortured howls of those poor souls.” Connie grinned at the group of stunned soldiers who stared back at him in terror.
Jean and Eren seemed to roll their eyes simultaneously, Mikas
Waking UpWaking Up4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Your peaceful, pleasant sleep is cut short as your world turns from a secluded black to a blinding pink. Dazed and still half asleep, you blink open your eyes and are greeted with a ray of sunshine that has found the single hole in your blinds.
It always finds that hole
With a grunt you try to roll to the side but find your left arm pinned. Blearily, you try to move your arm, but all feeling stops past the elbow.
You turn your head, confused at the loss of feeling in your hand. The world is still out of focus, but after a few blinks you discover the cause.
His brown-blond head lay nestled in the crook of your arm. His soft but steady breathing can be felt on your shoulder. You smile to yourself as you admire the golden highlights the sun casts on his hair. His nose rubs gently against your skin with the rise and fall of his breathing.
With a stifled
Interventions are MagicInterventions are Magic4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Interventions are Magic starring Twilight Sparkle and the rest of the cast of Friendship is Magic
"C'mon Twilight! Everypony's waiting for you at Sugar Cube Corner!" Spike had had to half-drag Twilight from the library, where she had spent the evening reading and drinking mostly drinking. He'd found her curled up on the couch nursing a bottle of vanilla-lemon vodka, the floor a pile of crumpled books and empty bottles, and she'd resisted every effort of his to get her to come with him. He'd tried to pull her by her tail at first, and when that hadn't worked he'd pushed on her rump as she dug her hooves in stubbornly, but now she had finally given up and was walking alongside him, swaying as she went.
"At what where? Sugar Cube Corner?" she slurred. After half a bottle of vodka, Twilight was three sheets to the wind, and she found it difficult to put one hoof in front of the other. In fact, they threatened to tangle up underneath her at any moment, and she was glad o
Imprisoned Seeking Solace-Chapter Eleven~Loki's POV~Imprisoned Seeking Solace-Chapter Eleven3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sadly, I had a perfect view of the ceremony from my window. [Name] looked so beautiful in her silvery dress, holding her flowers, walking gracefully up and down the aisle. I had meant to tell her how I felt earlier, but that damned woman interrupted me. I wished I could be with her, out of this cage. After the ceremony, night took over. Everyone ate, drank, and was merry. The dancing was something to behold, indeed. [Name] was a lovely dancer, as well. Her lovely smile decorated her face during most of the party. Sometimes, though, she would look down and away, eyes becoming sad. But, it would be cured when she would get up to dance again. The fireplace lit up in my room, washing me with some warmth. I looked at it for only a second. When I looked back through my window, [name] was gone.
"Hey," you said happily as you walked into Lo
France x Joan of Arc - MemoireFrance x Joan of Arc - Memoire4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I fight for you, and yet, I know not of your name. Pray tell, will I ever be given the chance to have the honor of learning what it would happen to be?"
Joan smiled softly, her shoulders hunching slightly as she eyed the taller blond that stood before her. Cerulean upon cerulean locked for a long moment, her softer shade contrasting greatly with the surprised, nearly wide-eyed look the ageless male shot towards her. "I take it that I'm still not worthy of such...?"
When his eyes flickered from her's, the blooming pangs of regret began to ebb at her stomach. Perhaps it was too much to ask for after all, she was nothing more than a lowly servant working under this man. This man, whom God had asked her to fight for, to serve without question, and to protect to her very last breath
The last thing she wanted was to upset him. Surely, doing so would displease her Lord.
"You already know of my name," he answered, unable to meet her gaze again. "France. Onc