Gumshoe It’s six in the morning and I’m just south of awful, on the train to nowhere fast. Haven’t seen my bed since Wednesday, and I think that was two days ago, but I’m not sure.Gumshoe3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That’s the problem with ConstantTouch; it keeps feeding your brain information after you give it a topic. For a private operator like me, it’s essential, but I miss being able to give up on a job to spend a night with an inhaler full of JD. So, it’s too early, too late and I have nothing to show for my lacks of sleep and hangover apart from a stack of RealTaste Winston butts in the corner of the doorway I’ve been lurking in.
Just as I’m feeling sorry for myself, the door that’s been my focus for way too long opens and she glides out like her ten-thousand-credit designer soles are gravtac units. Dorothea Sayers, darling of the cheatsheets and an eyeful of desire for anything human and below the age of ninety. I guess there’s a couple
The Last Space Ninja"Captain Verr, we found one!" Finally. Two years of searching. But... the space ninja broke free. "Damn it!"The Last Space Ninja3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Captain Verr, we found one!" Finally. Two years of searching. But... the space ninja broke free. "Damn it!"
"Captain Verr, we found one!" Finally. Three years of searching. But... the space ninja broke free. "Damn it!"
"Captain Verr, we found one!" Finally. Five years of searching. But... the space ninja broke free. "Damn it!"
Were they getting rarer? He couldn't tell - it was mission after mission, but... it felt like that.
"Captain Verr, we found one!" Finally. Verr felt lightheaded. This planet was not quite there. Still... Eight years of searching. And... Snared! When the Twin Kings expressed their gratitude in a brief message after the subspace capsule arrived, Verr felt like he could've died that very instant, and died happy. Thanks to space ninja genetic infusion, his race would survive!
"Why are you still messing with the old Space Ninja codebase? We just finished migra
For RangerI SWEAR I JUST WROTE THIS ENTIRE STORY AND THEN I GOT DELETED SO ILL TRY TO WRITE IT AGAIN FROM MEMORY GOSH.For Ranger5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You're not supposed to die from a fever in the 21st century. But ever since the "O great and powerful" Master came to Earth, he's been eliminating the human race with things such as the common cold.
It's not like he realised an alien chemical or a dreadful disease.
It's all inside our heads. He makes us think a certain way. Just to kill us. And it seems that the only people who realize that are me and the COUCH. It stands for something, but I can't think of what it is at this moment. I'll ask Sami later.
The COUCH is an organization of people who understand what the Master is planning and disagree with his doings. It's like a rebellion waiting to happen. The COUCH's goal wasn't always rebellion. It started out as a discussion group where people could share their opinions and debate. That changed when the President of the COUCH retired and Sami t
Just one more timeTurn and burn.Just one more time3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Turn and burn. He would aggressively whisper.
Come on, you son of a bitch. Exasperated.
Just turn around and leave. Desperate.
It was a quarter to four and the light in the horizon was turning into a milky shade of blue.
The nearly vacant harbor filled with a throaty roar as a black muscle car pitched forward before it circled back.
The moment he'd returned to see. This might've been the reason, could it be traced here. This or some unknowable would solve it.
Once the vehicle had turned all the way, it rolled to a stop.
No, there was no way. He couldn't have been spotted. It was illogical, but still it was not at all impossible.
Just as the vehicle started another turn a dim yellow light flashed two faces. And with a deep pop shattered the driver side window.
It was was flowing back to him now, not all but just enough to change. The great will power.
The drivers door opened, had it changed?
His heart sunk. The driver fell out dead.
He got out of the passenger
Phi - Everyday Vignette #7Phi - Everyday Vignette #71 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We are phi.
We exist in golden ratio, perfect sequence.
1...1...2...3...5...on and on into harmonious convergence.
We are symmetry, perfect beauty and balance.
We are the apex of what our ancestors hoped to achieve.
We understand all things that our race once pondered from millennia.
We transcend our predecessors and their frail bodies.
We cast aside the name of Man. We no longer need that name.
We are only phi.
PnF Se que esta vivo...CAP. 2PnF Se que esta vivo...PnF Se que esta vivo...CAP. 26 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Nos atacaban. Vimos como 10 personas rodeandonos en el auto, montandose en unas motos disparandonos...habia una chica, wow esa chica era la que nos disparaba mas. Utilizaba el un casco para que no la vieramos, empezaron a disparar a las ventanas...
Ferb.-Ya callense! solo aganchese y arreglare esto en un segundo
Empezo a conducir lo mas rapido posible, bloqueaba todas las rutas. Cada vez estabamos mas mareados Fernando y yo. Parece Mision Imposible...
Ferb.-Fernando necesito que vengas aqui y conduscas!
Fernando paso al volante, mientras Ferb saca de su volsillo un pequeño arma de espia (perdon, agente)...salio por la ventana y empezo a disparar a los malos...
Ferb.-Tranquila, no es letal...
Le disparo a 9 personas haciendo que se cayeran delas motos, solo faltaba la chica. Vio que e
Cosmic Hand: Finger One, JaneMy friends don't think referencing lyrics, to songs that don't exist in this reality, before class is safe. I honestly don't care.Cosmic Hand: Finger One, Jane2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Even with impaired vision, your beauty gripped tightly.
My heart danced faster than our feet."
That five minutes before 4th Period English, that's the only reason I can handle being on this strange version of Earth.
“When you smiled and confessed to me your platonic love.
Replied, with a smile, but inside I wept."
It's funny. When I was a kid, Timmy Tim was that cheery teen on HPC (Happy Panda Broadcast). I felt like when I turned thirteen, he was suddenly no longer that goofy Nova Chinese kid in a bright yellow jumper; Tim was a depressed Twenty year old, with a shaved head, on the brink of suicide.
“Stylish Rope, wrapped around my pretty neck, yearns to be a fashion trend.
Gives a sense of control, at night, when I can't seem to breathe."
At Seventeen, I was able to understand how he felt. It was six months of pure depression, and I did
Iron Hands Faulty lighting, a shitty strobe effect in the distance, I cut through the park as I inch closer. Eleven at night he's getting off work, surely for the usual clandestine meeting with the others.Iron Hands 1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I move through the pitch darkness across the parking lot.
I'm late, he might've left already.
I can't believe he drives a car, and I just saw it, still parked.
A sad excuse, a lone island and its coconut a flickering cone of light and he parks as far away as he can from it...
He wants to be tried for his life, he wants to hurt.
I'll put it to an end, here and now.
I move car to car keeping low, in the absence of light.
The back door opens and out he walks.
I think he can see me.
This rapscallion turned do-gooder, might have spotted me.
He's almost frozen in place, the light flickers and draws his attention.
If he spotted me this'll be a lot more troublesome.
He knows, he can almost feel it. My eyes. He's straining to catch anything out there—
The light fades into a deep orange h