Farewell, World!Farewell, WorldFarewell, World!1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Since my adolescence, I have felt that I did not belong to this mundane world or its dull people. But I'm stuck in it. Once, in my first years in Bangkok, I dreamed of the interior of a spaceship. Then I woke up.
I may not be the only one who wants to leave.
In December, a man of my age in a remote city dreamed of being taken away by aliens. It was not the usual reported alien abduction. He wanted to leave. So many nights he had dreamed of other lands and even other planets; but he knew only two in our system can support us: Mars and Venus. They have surfaces like our earth.
Like me, he began by dreaming of the craft exterior. Then he dreamed of the interior. There were flashing lights and electronic devices that our aircraft later would use. But the pilot was, or seemed to be, absent. Nonetheless, the craft was moving. He was calm and concealed his excitement. He was leaving earth behind.
He awoke the next morning at usual time and went about his tasks, feeling differe
DA Snippets - In the warm afternoon sunDA Snippets - In the warm afternoon sun2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Dragon Age: Inquisition - Snippets
Title: In the warm afternoon sun
Game: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Characters: FemTrevelyan, Cassandra Pentaghast, Dorian Pavus, Cole
Disclaimer: Dragon Age and its assets belong to Electronic Arts and BioWare
"In the warm afternoon sun"
The last dying noises of the battle were dissipating quickly as the air was still trembling from the last waves of a spell. Everyone was sheathing their weapons just as Cole’s voice, sweet as young honey, started droning in his typical monotony.
“Maker help me. I want to lick the sweat between your breasts. I want to kiss the scars on your soft skin. I want to bite your tight muscles until you moan and exhale my name in my ears...”
The Inquisitor slowly turned her head until her eyes were fixed on the naive spirit’s in a steel gaze. “Cole? How many times have I talked to you about this? Thoughts are private things, that’s why people don
Lost In This MomentDespite all of the hardships she had faced and all of the things she had overcome, stepping through those doors and into the aisle was simultaneously the hardest and the most exciting thing she had ever done.Lost In This Moment3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was dressed all in black, the long dress trailing behind her, accented with silver embroidery at the waist and collar that sparkled in the hall's brilliant lights, which also caught in and threw reflections off of the shiny black beading within those silver designs. The gloves her mother had arrived, breathless, with this morning – 'An early present from Kaz' – graced her hands. She still didn't feel comfortable without something on her arms, but the graceful swoops and beading of these left her fingers free, a reminder of the freedom she had somehow gained to meet flesh with flesh. They, too, were black, and she smiled and tried not to cry – 'Just your color,' the note had read. The scoundrel.
"Trust a Madoka to wear black to a wedding," she heard Aeyr say f
LightThe fog came faster than I had expected; it fell upon me like a great dark hawk, and I could see but three yards before me before the world was consumed by this moonless night. Or perhaps it was not moonless, but that blessed brightness did not reach me, for even light was swallowed up but a short distance away, smothered by the thickness of the air.Light2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So were it not that luck or fate or plans unknown to me set a guide ‘cross my path to lead me on, I would surely have been lost. But as it happened, a dim and smoky glow appeared in the fog, first gray, then rusty, then orange, then gold, and within it a shadow emerged, coalesced, solidified into a shape, and became an android.
Breathless, I called for guidance, and with neither beep nor buzz nor spoken word, that wondrous machine turned and strode onward. Though now hidden from me, the optic lights – golden binary stars frozen in that vast space of fog before me – set the fog ablaze, and though this light revealed little