A Morbid EpiphanyWaking up on a coroner's slab is an ordinary experience for me. Though it generally happens before the autopsy. Not that I mind having a few extra scars, but I dislike jolting upright with a scalpel lodged in my sternum. You should see how fast coroners collapse after watching me rise from the dead.A Morbid Epiphany6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This one puts the number at 157. Times I've died, I mean. Don't ask me how it started, because I have no idea. The first time it happened I almost had a heart attack and died again. Ha.
Anyway, I go through what I had come to call the "Zombie Routine." I make sure that my body is still intact, flexing my fingers, moving stiff joints, and stretching out muscles. Apart from the initial incision made by the medical examiner, everything seems unscathed, but as I make my way through the checklist, I notice something is missing - the pinky toe of my right foot is gone.
The sensation of wiggling all but a missing appendage is a strange one. Shuddering, I swing my legs onto the floor, clutch
The Last Ship: The Backstory~ Chapter 3It started in Zumawalt. No one thought much of it as the teen ship had issues with his immune system since he was born.The Last Ship: The Backstory~ Chapter 39 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Spray was the first one to get word from the FBI back in St. Paul: one of their agents was sick. The black plane knew that getting sick was normal, but this... something was just plain wrong here.
His ailerons twitched again and he gulped. For the last two weeks, things had been seemingly normal, but his instincts were telling him otherwise. It was just too normal... and that made him worried. The only news that he could glean was from the radio chatter at the base, and it sounded panicked. He had no idea what was going on, and it worried him.
Not to mention the base commander had headed into town to meet with his wife who had come back from Zumawalt... and hadn't reported in for five days.
Nathan sailed up behind him. “Zumwalt’s been quarantined. I don’t know what the hell he’s caught this time but it’s bad. The virus, whatever it is, is
Morning DelimmaWith a groan, I turned from one side to the other with the attempt to find a new comfortable position. The mattress of my bed sank beneath me. Sleepy… I was still sleepy, it couldn’t be time to wake up, yet. I had eight more minutes to sleep, after hitting the snooze button, and I was going to make every minute count.Morning Delimma13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I pulled the blanket up around me and wrapped its warm softness around my body with the attempt to shield out the cold morning air. Forcing myself to ignore the painful feeling of a full bladder, I dove back into the still lingering moments of the dream that I’d been having.
Too quickly, the sharp, ear splitting buzzing yanked my consciousness back to reality. Out of habit, my hand slapped back at the snooze button. When the annoying racket continued, after my blind aim missed its target, my eyes pried open to shoot an accusing glare at the cursed machine.
The time flashed before my eyes, reading a half ho
FFM 1: Celery"Celery is the absolute worst," the Kitten Crusader said, "All vegetables are. Why can't we have steak?"FFM 1: Celery22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Before the demonic, telepathic kittens had been banished, he had changed his costume. His usual ridiculousness was replaced with a brand new ridiculousness. Instead of his kitten isignia, he had printed and sewed a picture of himself in costume on his costume. Desdemona scooted to the edge of the bench, hoping he'd get the hint and let her eat her lunch in quiet.
"I mean, the demons are gone. What's the problem?" he asked.
He spread out over his lunch, arms curled around it like he was some kind of hungry dog. Instead of using utensils like a civilized human being, he used the tip of his razor claw to spear each vegetable and transport it to his mouth. Desdemona didn't know how he managed to do it without cutting his mouth, but she decided she didn't particularly care either. The demon kitten debacle was his fault, and once again, she had had to step in and fix everything
Auger's Peace PT2 [Commission]OC by: :iconRyurei-Kizuna:Auger's Peace PT2 [Commission]10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Story by: :iconPhineasJamesVinci:
Sorry for all the delays, written with dedication, I hope you enjoy.
The bar glowed warmly as the afternoon sun shined through the large windows, what little light that could reach into the room anyway. Danny had a whole crowd around him at this point, listening to every word that he said. He paused and got another one of Mr. Bart’s drinks. “Oh is that the time already, crud. I got to hurry this along.” He said to himself. He turned to me as I kept taking notes on his story. “So about two weeks had passed since I found Auger. And every day it was the same thing; I’d wait till late night, we would meet up, and he would give me more ammo for the food that I gave him. We quickly became friends in that hostile war. It wasn’t until something terrible had happened that I had forgotten that we still had a war to fight. A farmer’s land was set completely on fire, no food was taken
FFM2015 2 - Balley-2She opened the door, smiled at his dapper appearance, but jumped back as the bag he carried growled. She closed the door to just a crack, and frowned.FFM2015 2 - Balley-211 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“No. Absolutely not.”
“Ah, c’mon Val. We’ll just foster him for a few days and that’ll be that, I promise.”
He tried to push his way in, but Val rolled a cog in the door that locked it in place.
“You bought a haunted bowling ball.” She eyed the old, rounded bag and the rusted gears she presumed were all that kept her safe from its contents. “Again. Sam…”
“Come on! We ball-proofed the place last time, and that turned out alright!”
Val stomped the ground. “NO. We ball-proofed it for last time, which we agreed was the only time you would do this. I refuse to once again go through the entire mansion and move around anything that vaguely resembles bowling pins.”
The gears on the bag creaked as the ball inside attempted to throw its weight around. E
Tower on the Horizon The tower stood bleak on the horizon. Novak the Other leaned on his staff and stared at it from across the desolate valley that lay between him and it. It was the first manmade structure he had seen since he had started wandering. He thought of what it would be like if there were people living there. Novak the Other had not seen a human in years, no living thing in months. He was sure his own voice would sound disused and alien even to himself.Tower on the Horizon9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The prospect of seeing people almost took him in that direction. What if this was where they had gone after the Great Reckoning? What if they he ventured there only to find them all long dead? Or worse, hostile?
Thoughts of fresh food and clean water danced in his mind, teased him forward a few faltering steps. But he stopped short. If there were humans, he might find a visitor’s welcome. Novak the Other could endure strange looks and whispered conversation if it meant a full belly and a warm bed.
Blood is ThickerFumbling around in my coat pocket for my keys I let a grumbled curse slip through clenched teeth as they jingled once and hit the carpeted floor in front of my apartment door. It had just been one of those nights and between my sleep deprived brain and my throbbing head, my temper now found itself focused toward the small ring of keys, which was seriously tempting me to punt them down the hall just to watch them fly.Blood is Thicker10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Deep breaths..” I muttered, rubbing the bridge of my nose and pushing back my sunglasses up my forehead. “You’re just tired.” Kneeling to scoop the offending objects I rammed the key into the lock, shouldering the door open and sighed contently at the familiarity of home as light from the hall spilled into the darkened apartment….And glinted across small puddle of brackish blood on my otherwise perfectly spotless carpeting.
I stood there in a tired and dazed fog, looking down at it with confusion, dropping my keys out of the way to the
[Lost In Thoughts] On the luck (scrapped)Lost In Thought is a new thing I try, it is my ideas that never came to be anything, not even a completion unlike Tentative writing. This is just ideas that ignited in my mind, then died out. You are welcome to take a read, maybe give ideas or even better, teach me how to keep the blaze of thoughts running for longer.[Lost In Thoughts] On the luck (scrapped)2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the contrary of what many might say, this story is more of the hardest gained luck, and not the kind of finding a coin in the streets. The lands aren’t that co-operative about luck, especially not for the lower class.
Beyond the many streets, highways and raised tracks lies just one of the many, great piles of trash. In this case it was just another city to the statistics, but to the citizens within the city; it was a last choice option. The skyscrapers stood tall and fancy, lights shining out from the 3rd floor and up; just above the safe level from the troubles roaming the streets and alleys.
Hanging between the many tall giants, swaying in
Clockwork GirlTwirl, twirl, twirl.Clockwork Girl2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The first time I opened my eyes, I saw my father. When I reached out for him, my joints squeaked and creaked and my arms jittered.
That was his first word to me.
He took off his glasses and left the room cleaning them. That left me alone, in the dark, listening to spiders clicking and clacking inside my head. They frightened me. I wanted my father.
When I tried to move my legs, I found that I had none. It was disconcerting, but not an impassable obstacle. I used my arms and my fingers to drag my body across the floor, until I met the door. It was disconcerting, but not an impassable obstacle. I broke the door and passed through.
I heard running steps above me. Then the steps ran down the stairs. My father appeared. He saw me and staggered back.
“Hmm,” I said. “Hmm. Hmm.”
My father approached me and I reached out for him. We both jittered.
He swung a wrench at me and all the spiders stopped.
And Then Dinosaurs "I gave you permission for a pet, John," Marianne ground out. "A. Singular. Pet."And Then Dinosaurs9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John grinned at his flatmate. "Well, I was merely fiddling around with the teleportation device, trying to make it more efficient, and then..."
"And then dinosaurs?"
"And then dinosaurs."
A slap echoed through the room. "Only you, John," she sighed through her hand. "Only you."
"Can I keep them? I'll house train them and clean up after them and --"
"Dinosaurs, John. Roar, I'm going to eat you?"
"They're well behaved!"
"Send them back. Now."
John smiled sheepishly. "I'm... not quite sure how to."
Marianne's scream could be heard ten blocks away.
Random Plot - Terran FederationOnce upon a time, in the happy Earth year of 2188, the Terran race began looking towards alternative methods of gathering resources. The Terran race, for centuries, repeated the resources of their world, and were soon to bring about their own destruction. The Terrans were corporate expansionists, who lived under a heavily corrupt, democratic, corporatocracy; a unified planetary government called the United Nations. The United Nations of Terra Prime saw there was no use in ignoring space technology any longer, even though, space flight in the past statistically was proven to be "detrimental to Terran society", as it costed more profit than it gained in the past failed attempts to colonize Terra's moon; Luna, and it's neighboring planets of Mars and Venus, and the past failed attempt to build a space ladder to make transporting goods between celestial bodies and planets easier, and launching space craft cheaper. In 2188, the Terran United Nations decided collectively that remaiRandom Plot - Terran Federation5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Daddy Who | Creed of the Daleks Part 4Daddy Who | Creed of the Daleks Part 420 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is Part 4. For Parts 1, 2 and 3, click on the links below:
The spot Jack found within a section of corridor was great for an ambush, as it was looking dead straight at a corner. And he knew with certainty, that same corner will be pouring with Daleks. He'll have to act fast. Priming his first emitter, he held it in his hand and preparing for a straight throw. A shadow, creeping out of the corner until it plastered on the wall in the familiar salt-shaker form. Eventually, the Dalek owing that shadow slid into Jack's line of sight, along with another behind. Instantly, he threw the emitter right at their position, knocki
Exo-Short no. 1Chemical ExperimentExo-Short no. 113 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A day with two bored children is never normal.
Young Hitomi and Ha-Ya-To will make sure of that…
A tiny red head child sat in boredom in his father’s office. Coming to work with him wasn’t the easiest change. Ha-Ya-To’s parents used to yell a lot at each other… till his mother went on a long “vacation”. His father told him that one day she’d be back. However, Ha-Ya-To gave up on her a long time ago.
On his desk, Ha-Ya-To spotted a blank sheet of paper. He smiled and climbed onto his dad’s wheely chair. Reaching over the pile of schematics, he picked up a marker and started scrawling on the page. He drew himself in a poorly drawn robot, shooting bad guys with evil cloaks and giant dinosaurs. Ha-ya-To always had dreams of doing this and admired the pilots that tested prototypes of these mechas. Who is the best in the whole wide world? It’s Ha-Ya-To, Ha-Ya-To, he sung in thought.
The door behind him sli
[CT] - Iria AngelIria Angel[CT] - Iria Angel14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Iria Angel is 1 of the owners of the 8 kingdoms (that will be added to the series very soon)
She is considered a Young Princess whom people discovered she is a CT whom has mastered the Ice Type.
Name: Iria Angel
Guardian: White Kyurem
Hair Color: White (or silver)
Blue eyes: Aqua Color
Personality: VERY Shy, VERY Kind, never gets Angry,
About her: ----
She is the Only Member of the 8 Kingdoms that wants to Join the CT group, while the rest just want to stay protecting their Kingdoms.
She is very used to the Cold, since her clothes are made for Winter.
All her team is made out of ice Types.
Renegade Legacy - Prologue TeaserI climbed out of my van, tossing the white coat I stole onto the seat as I passed around the side of my trusty vehicle to open up the back. Up there rested the bed, an almost brittle looking, metal construct usually used to wheel people into the next ambulance if they could no longer stand. It wasn’t like this one was unoccupied, though this poor fellow would probably never going to get up at all. He was no longer breathing at this point. Pulling the bed out of my cab before anybody else would notice it, I took another look at the patient I stole while I wheeled him along the wall of my house to my garage, from which I could get to my workshop.Renegade Legacy - Prologue Teaser1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a kid, just about 16 years old, battered and bruised by the bastards that ran this town. The boy’s fur was thick, fluffy and grey like the color an average husky was supposed to have. His parents were there too. They were sitting beside their unconscious son, crying. The Graes family was pretty renowned here in Rivadegs for th
Flash vs Red Genesect“Hey, Barry, mind holding my coffee for a sec?” Caitlin Snow held out her coffee from the famous Jitters café to Barry.Flash vs Red Genesect8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Oh, sure, Caitlin. What exactly are you doing?” Barry looked at the contraption that Caitlin was messing with.
“It’s something Cisco and I have been working on. It’ll help us monitor the vitals of the metahumans in the Pipeline with better accuracy.”
“Ah,” Barry nodded as Dr. Wells wheeled into the room.
“Good morning, Barry and Caitlin.” Dr. Wells smiled.
“Good morning, Dr. Wells.” Barry and Caitlin said in unison, prompting them to give each other a “that was weird” look. Cisco suddenly stormed in looking panicked. “Whoa, Cisco, you’re more jumpy than usual. What’s happening?” Barry asked.
“Look at the news,” Cisco said concerned as he turned on Central City’s news on the computer. It was showing live footage of downtown Cen
The AuditI stand silently, fidgeting with my braids. They are small, thin black things hanging in front of my ears while the rest of my hair dangles uselessly down my back. My younger sister tied these in the lobby area: they may be my last piece of her before I enter the chamber.The Audit20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
All I know about The Audit is that every seventeen year old does it, but a little less than half pass. My parents couldn’t tell me anything, because before you take The Audit you must sign a sheet saying that you won’t tell anyone about what happens inside. In school they told us it was a test of worthiness to remain in the community, and that the unworthy were sent to a different place from us, a place without the happiness and comfort that we enjoy.
I am dressed in a jacket and plain pants decorated with the proud white and blue color of my country. It is the only country left; the others destroyed themselves in a world-wide battle for power. Because my country is the stronges
Feral!BaydrakeBaydrake was hunting. He hadn’t eaten well in almost a week. Humans kept scaring off all the fish before he could get to them, and quite frankly he was getting sick of it. The wild dragon cruised along the bottom of the bay, watching and waiting. Then something grabbed his attention. A school of fish! A big one! The dragon shot off after it, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.Feral!Baydrake10 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hiro Hamada had decided to take a break for a bit. The teen waded into the warm waters, before actually taking off swimming. “Man… This is really nice~” He rolled onto his back and just floated along. The sun was warm, the water was calming, there was a wonderful breeze! Then something tickled his back.
Baydrake saw a very BIG fish right in the middle of the school. That was the one he was gonna go for. He got into position, braced his back feet on the bottom, and took deadly aim. Then, he kicked off, jaws gaping. His mouth engulfed the entire school of fish before snapping shut and
Planned Obsolescence - Part 1Planned Obsolescence - Part 112 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I awoke on the floor of my shop. For most people this would be an unusual occurrence, but for me it was a fairly standard way of starting the day. I knew enough to not move immediately, and to slowly examine my body for any pain or damages. I worked my way down, starting from my shoulders and flexing my muscles systematically, making sure nothing was torn or impaled. There was a bit of pain in my right arm, and when I looked down at it, I saw a microchip embedded into the skin of my shoulder. I carefully popped it out and tossed it up onto the nearby shop table. 24 tiny drops of blood started to slowly drip out, but my shirt would soak it up. My back was a bit sore, probably from taking the worst of the fall, and my knee was fairly badly gashed open, having landed hard on a supply of sheet metal piled up next to the workbench.
I was lucky. Things could have been a lot worse, given the circumstances. I slowly stood up and limped to the restroom just off the mai
Mr. and Mrs. Blackburn: Part 1Mr. and Mrs. Blackburn: Part 110 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Duane Blackburn was on full alert as he entered the 15th District. He drove in such a way as to not attract attention from the casual bystander, but his eyes constantly scanned the way ahead and his mirrors, keen to catch the first hint of danger. Had it been ten years ago, this district of The Bronx would be densely packed with all manner of human beings. Now, the downtrodden district was a cultural melting pot for the variety of alien races that encompassed the Galactic Collective. With the interstellar wars brewing beyond the Sol System, Earth became refugee central for all manner of aliens whose governments were involved.
The unified Earth Government warmly invited the extraterrestrial refugees in as a gesture of goodwill. What the aliens didn't know is that their human land lords would drop them in the worse living conditions possible, reserving the economically prosperous and industrialized areas solely for human occupants. The 15th was one of the five poorest congressional
Chapter 3 (Brink)Chapter 3Chapter 3 (Brink)4 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was nearly mid day since the attack on their fortified city. The workers on the wall were patching up the giant wall with some of the broken pieces of wall with quick drying cement among other materials such as scrap metal. They worked through the blazing heat that weighed heavy on their brows and backs exposed to the sun’s harsh rays.
Meanwhile down below others were working to take apart the Wreckers, piling up their parts into one pile. Slowly they were being moved up the hill towards the workshop. Also the people gathered up the bodies of the fallen, throwing them into a large pit near the wall. There were a lot of mourners, families that saw their loved ones. However a few were not bothered by the losses such as the commander. The aged soldier, face covered in bandages from the attack looked down at the rotting corpses with his one eye that stared intensely as if he were expecting them to rise up from the pit.
The Lost Twenty 3III. GriefThe Lost Twenty 314 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Breakers were known for practicality. We didn’t accumulate possessions or mementos. If it served no purpose it was disposed of. It made the exchanging of rooms quick and efficient, but by the time Gregor had his two boxes packed and brought to Davis’s dorm I hadn’t accomplished much of anything. He found me sitting on the bed looking at a book, with a place in the middle marked with string.
We didn’t own books, not really. Although every dorm room had about ten to fifteen books in it, but by the time the occupant had been promoted the books would have changed five or six times if not more. Books exchanged between roommates, dorms, dormitories. If a Breaker purchased a book it was added to the very fluid library.
Gregor shut the door and sat down next to me, taking the book from my hands. “It’s not your fault,” he stated, and I looked passed him at the door. “Davis—”
“Is Helion settling in?”
A short growl