Sunday MorningHer voice slowly crept into his consciousness as he woke. She was reading poetry in the bath.Sunday Morning3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He couldn’t watch the drop of water slip down her chest to the water from the next room so he made do with imagining. He stayed there a few minutes longer while she read a poem twice. Perhaps she liked the way it felt in her mouth.
His thoughts came back to his own body and he kicked off the duvet. He grabbed her discarded yukata and slipped it over his shoulders. Visions of her as a geisha drifted into his mind.
He tiptoed across the linoleum towards the bathroom. The water draining into the overflow was the only sound. It almost sounded like applause. He leaned against the doorframe as a fragrance sidestepped into his awareness. It was floral, probably rose or jasmine. It reminded him of something old and pretty, but he couldn’t say for certain.
Her back was towards him. She didn’t turn but lifted both arms, holding the book she was reading from aloft, in a half salut
Suika x Yuugi - Stay the NightAnother day at work. The club is pretty dead, but I decide to practice on the pole instead of just sitting in the bar. I can feel the pulse of the music match the rhythm of my heart, and I dance as though the world were watching, lost in the moment. As I invert, watching the club spin upside down before my eyes, I notice there's someone new at the rack. Tall horns, red hair, freckled and flushed cheeks...it's Suika.Suika x Yuugi - Stay the Night1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I know that we are upside down
So hold your tongue and hear me out
I carefully slide down the pole, flipping my blonde hair as I do so to get a better look at the oni. "I didn't expect you to come in," I say. I climb atop the rack and pose, ass-up, not for the financial tease, but moreso for teasing the girl herself.
"Of course I'd come in to see you," she says with a smile. "Are you the only one here?"
I look around. "There's a few other girls in the locker room, but they don't seem too interested in stagework."
"What a shame." She sets a stack of bills on the rack.
Vanishing Acts It doesn’t hurt as much as it did. I can’t hear your voice anymore. Your face is slowing fading. However, there are days where I can feel the memory of you still tight pulling in my chest.Vanishing Acts 2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There are times when I find myself wondering if you were ever star struck by my reaction to your decision. If you’d believed in me, you wouldn’t have driven that train so fast and I wouldn’t have to watch you hit on collision. You didn’t have to get out of the wreckage alone when I was standing there offering my hand. You’ll be the one leaving with scars. It won’t be me, not this time.
For a while, I could feel the fire from the wreck bloom in my heart, curl around my limbs and possess my mind. It made me rip at my own arms and I stare back at the smoke spilling across the broken tracks you left behind. I have been here before. So instead of clawing at my own chest, I tell myself that I will not let the negatives consume me or the precious
The Waiting Room.Based on the waiting room video by Cyr.The Waiting Room.3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The light fixture swings, it swings for nothing but just for swinging itself.
Do we do the same? Do we sit in these chairs just because we can?
Do we wait, do we wait because if we stand up someone else will take our chair?
And then you'll be alone, an awkward view being stared at by everyone else.
Your feet already blistered and your legs already sore,
It's your first time standing, and you don't want to do it anymore,
So you walk, to find a chair still in one piece, one that isn't on three legs much less two, unlike you,
And for a moment you have given up, then someone calls your name, she says "in mine, the room is enough for the both of us."
You jump at the chance, this is all you wanted, security and comfort, now with a name besides your own,
Her mouth mirrors yours, repeating the lines on your face, her smile completes yours, you wonder why other people don't?
Don't walk and find their seatmate, find their room for two, only when she falls
Icicle and HammerOf course I could smell him. That was the obvious part. But I could feel his scent rub off on me as he pulled me against his chest. There was no double I would still smell him in the morning or long after I was home in my own bed tomorrow evening and trying to sleep for work. We had agreed it was bed time just before the lights went off; Nolan in another room and us on the futon pull-out couch in the poor, tiny excuse for a living room. The apartment was more like one long hallway with an attached bathroom and bedroom. It was a joke, but it was cozy even if not clean. I wished Nolan had at least vacuumed before I arrived.Icicle and Hammer1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
With the lights out, none of that seemed to matter anymore. Jackson held me so close that I could hear the rush of his heart pounding against his ribcage. He said that was normal at the same time he told me he was seeing someone else. I didn’t believe him. My fingers curled against his chest just
MiracleWho says miracles don't happen?! You and I are proofs that they do... Billions of years ago, some stupid molecules, in their childlike game, accidentally became alive... And they grew, started to form more molecules, each more complex than the other... And they multiplied; in an exponential rate... Then, after millenia of gazing unknowingly, humans were created... Only some decades ago, two sets of boys and girls fell in love... They decided to marry... And you and I were born... And we met... And we fell in love... And despite being born in Bengal, I, due to a historical invasion, am writing this post in English... And hoping you will read it... Without even tagging...Miracle1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Who says miracles don't happen?! They do. It is a miracle when they rather don't.