Donkey TFCynthia Harkness was at the top of her game, a leader in the world of corporate advertising. She’d finally paid off the last of her debts, and her new salary ensured she’d be able to start that family she had always dreamed of... Yes, things were looking perfect for her.Donkey TF1 week ago in Short Stories
Or rather, they were looking perfect… Right until she’d run out of gas in the middle of nowhere. The woman had hiked for what felt like two miles before she’d finally reached the first sign of civilization.
“Thank God…” Cynthia sighed, breathing out an uneasy sigh before loudly clearing her throat. “Hello! Is someone here?” Her cry seemed to echo around the farmstead, and she grinned as a woman walked out from a distant barn.
Then Cynthia’s grin faded as she saw that the woman wasn’t wearing the traditional overalls of a farmer, but rather a smooth and flowing set of white robes, like something from a Greek myth. Still, the woman waved back, and Cy
Slums of HedonismCold. Dingy. Smelly. Here's to another day in the slums. Place was musty, old, and filled the omnipresent anguished cries and woes of the homeless and down-to-earth poor.Slums of Hedonism2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Felix was here for two days, still not getting used to his new penal lifestyle. The once con-artist turned prisoner always lived a life of luxury -- deriving from plundering other people’s hard-earned money. But living in this shaggy town was almost as nerve-racking as someone experiencing culture shock.
Needing to clear his head, the redhaired man exited his tenant; and just as he was about to lock the door, a dark-skinned woman stopped him.
“And where do you think you're going?”
He answered irritably, “Um? Out?”
“If I were you, I would unlock that door right now and shut yourself in like the rest of us.”
Felix rolled his eyes in irritation. “Why?”
“I see that you're new here so I'll show you.” The woman grabbed the man's arm and walked him to a nearby
non sequiturSlow me down for five minutes and I will show you a sphere of black porcelain: It is you.non sequitur2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Reach up to it bravely with your palm, briefly rub it to a mirror shine, and if you're lucky you'll see your reflection and not someone else's.
Now let it all go. Let the sphere vanish. Is it still you? Though you cannot see it, if I am to be trusted and I've said that the sphere is you, then it is still you after it vanishes, yes.
But then why are you still here? Perhaps a better way to ask is: Are you still reading this? Then perhaps wherever that sphere is, it's still reading this too.
But does a sphere have a mind, or eyes? Can it count and read books? Can you? Maybe you're experiencing another type of existence entirely. Instead of reading these words or letting them sink into you, what if they're stronger than mere words to you. Perhaps they're a freestanding truth, dictating your life's path. After all, they've already declared you to be a shining sphere and eliminated you.
If that w
Caught || SIXCaught || SIX1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters
The other prisoners were still munching away at their bland excuse for a dinner. Aaron ignored the dozens of tiny eyes that followed his path back through the holding room. Usually, a few bold catcalls or bitter scoffs would follow him. But not this time.
He buzzed himself back into Solitary Confinement Room A and jammed the button to shut the door behind him. A faint hiss sealed soundproof glass. As he crossed over to Erica's cell, he glanced up at the round cameras on the wall. The recording lights were absent. Thelm had held up on his word.
Half an hour.
Aaron bent down to lower the front force field. Erica stood back as he dove a hand inside, setting down a tray of cold pasta. Instead of pulling back out, he changed course at the last second, reaching for Erica herself. She put up a good struggle despite her sputtering shock, but she was easily caught all the same.
There was something so damn satisfying about this, seeing her actually properly afraid for once.
Spider BytesThey waited at the mouth of the service corridor, the mezzanine railing just a few meters away. Above them somewhere, the heavy thumping of the security spider marked its progress in its pursuit of them. Across an open space broken at intervals by tree trunks and greenery, the armored glass of the laboratory stretched floor to ceiling, and out of sight in either direction.Spider Bytes4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"That going to present a problem?" A rhetorical question. Mett knew Gaez wouldn't have signed on for this if it wasn't going to present a challenge.
"Working on it" the disinterested reply. Gaez was more interested in their stalker.
They broke cover and sprinted left, hugging the wall. Cameras hung limp and blind at frequent intervals from the ceiling, one of the many indicators that Gaez had taken ownership of the facility's less deadly security systems.
A whine from above, rising in pitch, was abruptly punctuated by a volley of sabot rounds fired across the garden atrium into the laboratory windows. Large pieces of
Lost in the City of GiantsGarrison flinched as the sound of rumbles and wood creaking overwhelmed his sensitive ears. He lay in his small handmade bed, soft white linen wrapped around his bruised legs.Lost in the City of Giants2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters
The room was a tiny attic like space that sat above a giant's own sleeping courtiers.
The boy trembled as enormous fingers began poking their way through the opening on the wood floor-
"Garrison?" The murmur came out as a rumbling thunderous growl that shook the thin walls that separated Garrison from the enormous being,
"Y-yes sir?" Garrison stuttered pitifully. His clammy hands clenched together as anxiety began to rip through his blood and through his spluttering heart beat.
There was a deep sigh that sounded like the winds of an approaching storm.
"Child, do you still believe I am hear to cause you harm?" the great voice became even softer.
Garrison could not lie to this gargantuan beast. There was nothing wise of angering such a powerful creature.
"I'm still frightened, Sir," Garrison explained hurriedly. "Y
Let Me Tell You About FallingCLOSED FOLIO ZERO-ONE (NEVER REVEAL)Let Me Tell You About Falling3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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“There was a man called Zelazny who wrote of a monarchy who could travel parallel universes at will, able to switch from reality to reality by the application of simple visualisation techniques and movement.”
“Relevance? I wish it was that easy. You have to exceed a certain speed and maintain it for a certain distance. Given that many realities cannot offer methods of exceeding the equivalent of a galloping horse, my life has been interspersed with episodes of mountain climbing and Icarusian descents from said mountains, or the casual hurling of myself into canyons and other clever ruses to invoke the assistance of gravity to enable my departure from that particular clime. The fact I have always had a fear of heights is something I have to live with, as it turns out that confronting your fear, in my case, does nothing to lessen it at all.”
A Thick Trap A large number of pink and blue flags hung down from a grand castle. It was situated in a mountainside, with obscenely large machines that poked in and out of the mountain. In the area, legions of heavily armed knights patrolled the streets, effectively keeping the locals safe. Meanwhile, countless giant steel crates were carted to another section in the castle. Each crate had smaller boxes--each which were treated like valuable gems in a safe.A Thick Trap2 weeks ago in Short Stories
Inside said castle was a large woman, who occupied enough space to fit four people on a bench--side by side. She was eating a hearty lunch with a large number of noblewomen, who had all but eaten more than their share. But, it was the queen who dwarfed them, as her size would have broken lesser seating. Two sturdy automatons were kept nearby, to provide any security and assistance, while the women had been filling up on a table smothered with all manner of food.
Easily enough, the very sight would
Come To Me"Come to me."Come To Me1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
From the moment she was strong enough to hold her head up, she stared towards Karolbua. Even before she was old enough to understand that there was life on other planets, she would stare at the star it circled.
"Come to me."
Until she learned to write, she drew. She drew sheep, she drew flowers, she drew a man in a hat, standing under Karolbua's constellations.
"Come to me."
The margins of her notebooks were filled with notes that meant nothing on her world. She wrote "sev stelcom hq burnd" a week before the news came in that Sevrin Stellar Communications had had a fire in their home office, "9nz prez shot" hours before the radios announced that there had been an attempt on the life of the President of the Karolbuan country of Enynez.
"Come to me."
She never wore makeup, and shaved her head with any tool she could get her hands on. Vanity was a luxury she "had to forego" to save for the trip to the foreign planet.
"Come to me."
She strapped herself into the sleep pod, too
Plot of the Retro Bimbo Aliens, Log MuPlot of the Retro Bimbo Aliens, Log Mu1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters
Given that we only expected to have about five minutes to come up with a plan to deal with the repair technician that had been dispatched to our ship, it's understandable that we weren't coming up with the best ideas. While we could pretend to be loyal Gynarian officers well enough, the issue was going to be the audit that the tech was going to perform on the ship's systems. As soon as she started looking through any logs of our activity, it was going to be clear that we weren't who we're supposed to be. So in the space of just a few minutes, we had to come up with some way to deal with the tech without arousing suspicion from the Gynarian matriarchs. Sasha's plan involved hitting the tech on the head with a giant wrench, then when she came to trying to convince her that she had already done a complete audit of the system then hit her head and forgot about it all. There wasn't enough time left to start explaining why that was a bad idea. That'
College writing, Volcano Exploration“God, I’m so jittery…” Mag muttered as he took his seat. He glanced at the energy drink sitting on his desk, just a few inches from his left hand. He hadn’t opened it, and looking at how he was shaking already, he didn’t need to. He swallowed, wishing he could get rid of his extra nerves as easily as the saliva. The joystick was familiar in his hand, the rover’s readouts and displays all normal. But he couldn’t relax; as he throttled up the remote operated vehicle, his heartbeat increased along with the motor speed. He kept thinking he saw another one of those…things on the camera feed.College writing, Volcano Exploration5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It made him wish that he had never noticed that weird blotch when reviewing the footage. Volcanic exploration had been easy, fun, all of that, right up until he noticed that one little detail, recorded it, and then replayed it over and over.
“Main drive, all normal,” he heard himself say. His voice was squeakier than the last few dozen ti
Bubsy VS Cool Cat - DEATH BATTLE!Bubsy VS Cool Cat - DEATH BATTLE!2 weeks ago in Short Stories
Only: Alright, the com-CAT-ants are set and our noise-cancelling ear muffs are on.
Jerry: *head-desk, head-desk, head-desk...*
Only: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!
The orange bobcat soared through the air, jaunty music accompanying his flight. He grinned widely, hopping on top of enemies, collecting atoms and yarn. "What a beeeeautiful day!", the small, furry animal mused. The sun was shining and the flowers were swaying in the wind. Suddenly, a bright flash caught his eye. He looked down below to see an absolute mess of atoms. His eyes lit up in pure joy upon seeing the pile of loot. "Jackpot!", Bubsy screamed out in his annoyingly high-pitched voice.
Cool Cat had finished collecting these odd, glowing orbs that been littered around his backyard. He had no idea what they were, but he did know that they would make for a killer arts and crafts project! He dragged his wagon o
Luna LiesThe reaper raises his scythe and the hunger bleeds us dry. Still we stand and still we fight. With the harvest, with the slaughter, we battle for our lives. We raise our sickles and we sharpen our axes. We bleed emaciated pigs, pluck feathers from increasingly scarce and scrawny chickens. We defy our extinction.Luna Lies1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
We cull meager crops from sodden fields. Few of them thrive, always going to rot long before they are ripe. We pick the last grapes from every straggling vine. We cut our hands in a desperate quest for stray berries hidden in bloodthirsty brambles. All the while we sweat beneath a livid and stormy sky.
We number our days on a calendar devised in a bygone time when there were four seasons – when there was more to life than this one long dying season. Fall, winter, spring... I still remember the colorful cacophony of falling leaves and the slick frozen beauty of ice encrusted trees. These are gone. We have only the cruel summer, this dying season. Every year there are less
KLoC: Chapter FourKLoC: Chapter Four1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters
Chapter Four: Savage Monsters
I can say I hadn’t really considered where I was going when I had left. It had been a sort of sudden decision and well, the city was crowded. I decided to take my chances though. I’d try to avoid them and if I ended up meeting one face to face…I’d figure out something hopefully.
The one place I definitely knew I wasn’t going back to was Cedric’s house. He had pushed me too far. I kicked at a small stone along a sidewalk as I trudged on. I didn’t need his dumb house anyway. I could find Spork and move in with it. I shuddered. Maybe living on the streets would be better, or finding a different crew unit, just not…Spork.
Through some back alleys I could see the cars of the main roads stopped at a light. It was fairly damp today. Seemed like this area had damp weather regul
The Lights“Mama! Papa! Look! The lights have started!”The Lights1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Fascinated eyes follow the glowing dots flying higher and higher, illuminating the night sky.
Down in the crater, at the birthplace of the glowing lights, a crowd is gathered.
Unseen, unwanted; there’s anxiety among them, fear, agony, regret. Mingling with them, defeat.
There’ll be no morning, they’ll be no more.
Armed forces around them, they switch units, their purpose the same.
What is mercy to the banished, the mismated? To have their death to be a painless one.
Painless it will be, but not honorable.
Weapons loaded, the soldiers positioned, clock ticking to the end.
This dreaded sound of the trigger, a lightning appears from each of the cannons.
To dematerialize the others, extinguish their existence without a trace.
From afar, glowing balls of light are visible in the sky, burning the edges of the horizon.
Until they vanish into the atmosphere, never to be remembered by the living.
“Come and l
Radioactive Femininity TG - Part 13-1Radioactive Femininity TG - Part 13-11 month ago in Introductions & Chapters
Part 13 – Boobie, Destroyer of Boys
I take full responsibility for the above title.
There are plenty of things I take responsibility for and plenty I feel have no part in.
I don’t just toss the word ‘responsibility’ out there because it’s one of those words you settle on when you can’t think of something else. It has meaning to me.
I’ve mentioned my sophomore English teacher, Mr. Van Zand (not his real name but that’s beside the point). One of his big things in class was a constant drilling into us of the word and concept of responsibility.
He would use it on a daily basis. He would give examples from his life where he made the mistake of not taking full responsibility and it came to bite him. He also practiced what he preached by accepting responsibility and all it entailed when it was warranted.
However, for the class, the word became a daily joke with back of the room snickers. Responsibility. That&
55F 110116: Signs He had met her in 1982. She was radiant then. She saw starscapes and felt the vacuum of space inside her. Empty but for passion, she was always hungry; seeking.55F 110116: Signs1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Ten years after her disappearance, he found symbols in the floorboard. That night there was a sighting in the stars.
“At last, she’s been found.”
Joint Comm: Gattaca's GenesisJoint Comm: Gattaca's Genesis2 weeks ago in Short Stories
SEKHMET (Spatial Entity Kennel for Hostile and Monstrous Extra Terrestrials) was a secluded facility, and one that Gattaca had spent several years in.
The last of the Scapari, as far as she knew, Gattaca had been raised and observed by humans, never knowing of what truly existed. As she sat in her enclosure, looking up at the sun, unblinkingly, the sphere and feeling its rays go over her.
“Subject appears to be gathering solar energy.”
“Hm?” Gattaca looked at the window, seeing a scientist taking notes.
“Subject has taken notice of my observations.”
“Yeah, subject has a name, Dr. Dumbass.” Gattaca glared at him, her red eyes trained upon him.
“Dr. Dumas, and pardon me, Gattaca, but I was merely taking notes. It appears you’ve finally reached your adult stage and I was simply looking for any notable changes.”
“Well, one notable changes is you idiots don’t give me any space! Might make anyone kinda antsy.
A Church Day"Where's Thor?" Faith asked Cap.A Church Day1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"In Asgard." Cap answered.
"Okay." Faith mumbled.
"Why?" Cap asked.
"Well, I sort of wanted you guys to come to church with me." Faith explained.
"Sure we'd love to." Cap whispered. "Maybe."
"I'll ask Tony, then Clint, then Bruce. If Thor comes back I'll teach him." Faith was cut off by a familiar voice.
"Teach who?" Thor walked in the room.
"No one." Faith went red and ran out of the room.
"What is the matter with her?" Thor asked.
"Do you know about our God?" Cap asked.
"Odin?" Thor looked confused.
"No. You've got a lot to learn." Steve lead Thor out of the room. Telling him all about God. Thor was a great listener. He asked questions and understood everything. Soon Thor knew all about God.
"Sounds like you're God is very powerful. Yet, my father is the king of Asgard." Thor answered.
"Okay Thor. I understand your belief." Captain said softly.
"Thank you." Thor flew off to Asgard.
"Hey kid. Thor said he didn't wanna come." Cap asked through the door.
LoE-The Blackest Night- WraithLoE-The Blackest Night- Wraith2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters
Equestria, Ponyville - Golden Oaks Library two days after the attack of Queen Chrysalis on the Star Sapphires.
The shapes of the Elements of Harmony and Apple Bloom; each with an accompanying alien looking animal floated between The Queen of the Star Sapphires and the Leader of the Yellow Lantern Corps. The creations of yellow light became more and more defined their creator spoke.
“... and you can’t remember anything from when you were inside of this thing?”
“Um,” Fluttershy stammered. “I…I don't remember much really.” Her eyes widened as she stared at the dragon, seeing inside of the creature an image of herself with a hard face.
“It was like...I
DC RP"I've sent out a message requesting assistance from any available heroes," Batman remarked, "Robin and I are going after Joker. Good luck."DC RP2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Nighthawk, AKA Austin Keith, nodded as the alter egos of Bruce Wayne and Tim Drake headed out into Gotham. Nightwing, AKA Dick Grayson, was already dealing with Two-Face, leaving him and Sy, AKA Simon Seville, the unenviable task of taking down the night's third and final escapee: Bane.
"You think anyone will come?" Austin asked, worried. Sy smirked.
"Someone's here already." They turned and faced the Batcave's secret entrance.
Teardrops and Sunflowers - A Netheron Short StoryIt was a most particularly cold day, where Estelle stayed indoors at the local royal library. She was awaiting a friend named Marcilyn Locket, who despite being a friend, was only a mere commoner. Yet despite being so, they shared a great interest: to invent and create machinery. Unfortunately, that always seemed to get in the way of her family, who thought it outlandish, and strange that a princess would dare enjoy such a job. After all, the princess spent more time reading books than attending parties.Teardrops and Sunflowers - A Netheron Short Story3 weeks ago in Short Stories
She always had her nose in the books, and her cousins never liked it. Meyhra and Arvilla were only two of her seven cousins. She didn’t have any sisters nor brothers, but such was typical in her royal family. Meyhra was the snooty girl, while Arvilla was a loud mouth. They never agreed with anything she said.
Estelle was simply waiting, until an exceptionally angry Arvilla entered the room; Meyhra trailing behind her silently. Estelle could see that Arvilla was fuming with anger.
The Man with the Wind-Up Bird ToyAntonio groaned, waking up with the intense rising sun that singed his skin He coughed up a plume of dust from his lungs and rolled off the edge of the pile of rags he called a bed. He stretched his lank limbs and heard his spine snap back into place. He rubbed his tired eyes and felt the bags under them stretch his youthful skin.The Man with the Wind-Up Bird Toy1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Time to get to work. He thought to himself. That water pump isn’t going to fix itself.
Nearby Fuente de los Sueños, the slums he and many hundreds of others called home, was a freshwater spring that everyone relied on for their daily needs. But recently, the spring had become contaminated and the water had turned a dirty black colour. No one was sure what had happened. Maybe an animal carcass had fallen into the spring. All they knew was that it wasn’t going to be fixed by the government. Hell, their politicians probably didn’t even realize their village existed. It was a slum full of scrap metal, spare parts and broken te