Clockwork GirlTwirl, twirl, twirl.Clockwork Girl5 days 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.
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 Epiphany5 days 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
FFM 1: Celery"Celery is the absolute worst," the Kitten Crusader said, "All vegetables are. Why can't we have steak?"FFM 1: Celery6 days 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
Screen and SatelliteSystem on go start. Screen flickers from off-black to cosmic-black with a tiny blue marble in the middle and these are my eyes, here, Screen and Satellite. What's the target today Screen? Satellite asks, and I identity the co-ordinates of the nation. Satellite zooms in and the tiny blue marble becomes slightly bigger. A beige polygon with a network of flaming dots around a sea. Oil fields burn in the eastern regions while in the north 24 IAOD (International Agency Of Democracy) battalions intercept 351 rebels. 349; bomb mortar (Smithston & Son Mk. IV) with 95% success rate succeeds with 56% success rate. In the southern citadels riots devour the city. Makeshift flags appear across all major media streams. Their predicted movement is to the market where the dictator's police force shall intercept them; according to social network activity the mob is to grow by 16% and therefore give the mob a 6.7 point advantage over the regime.Screen and Satellite3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This happens to all societies, I tell Satellite. I wonder
Spinning (In Her Grave)She came in a series of packages. The limbs were the first; their sectioned silver expanses reflecting the sunlight as I reverently opened the slender boxes. If I'm honest, I must admit my breath caught, but for a moment, at the beauty I unveiled. As the moment passed, I gathered the necessary materials and spun limb sections into their rightful place alongside their counterpart. The children crowded eagerly around, but lost interest quickly, even as I tinkered.Spinning (In Her Grave)2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Once they were whole, I polished the limbs daily, spinning them in my hands and impatient for the next package. When it arrived, the children crowded me once more, their interest held a little better as I set about the work of connecting her, spinning her limbs all the while. It took me two weeks to finish, and by then the penultimate package had arrived.
This one would require far more time, and my deepest concentration. I sent away the children who crowded me, their lilting voices and speculations too much of a distraction. T
FFM2015 1 - Toeswitch Ignition“Give me back my toe, please.”FFM2015 1 - Toeswitch Ignition1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Broadside paused his walk, and turned back to me.
“You are not in a position to demand anything.”
I could not fault him for thinking so. My arms and legs are bound to the chair, neck chained so my back must stay rigid or risk self-strangulation. Were I in his shoes, I too would feel as if I held the upper hand.
Yet, I am in my shoes.
“It is not a demand, sir. Give me back my toe or you will force me to show you why I was the one sent to infiltrate this ship.”
Perhaps it was my tone, or the small pool of blood that now ceased to expand under my foot. Maybe he was curious. For whichever reason, Broadside stayed. Not that he needed to.
“I am curious, agent…” Aha. “ I had expected the Grands to send their top spy to my ship. However, my mole in your agency confirms repeatedly that she is undergoing special training at the moment, and remains at base. I am considered quite a high threat, I know
The Independence of OzA dog, a horse, a lion and a spider…The Independence of Oz2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It sounded like the beginning of a bad joke…
What did they all have in common?
They weren’t in Oz anymore…
The cowardly lion, who was no longer cowardly and preferred to be called Leo, rode atop the horse of a different color across the amber waves of grain in Kansas.
They were greeted by the sight and sound of a small black dog running towards them, alerting its owner to their unlikely visitor.
What a sight they were to behold, Dorothy would remember it always, along with the giant spider that suddenly appeared out of nowhere, chasing them.
The arachnid, Dorothy later learned, had encased the Emerald city with its web to use as its nest. The citizens would be a food source for its babies once they had hatched.
How Leo had gotten there, no one could be sure. While he played bate for the eight-legged monster, the Tinman and Scarecrow planned to liberate the capital. Leo remembered only thinking of Doro
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 Horizon5 days 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.
Drabble((I wrote this entire thing at 1am and it's a first draft so don't expect anything fantastic lmao. More info in desc. about the overall story etc.))Drabble2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Oz could feel the lightning building within him. It was already infusing its ferocious heat into his veins. Slowly. Crackling like a rogue firework. Usually he might've suppressed it. Pushed it back into his body and let it fizzle out, but not this time. This time he needed it. So when the agony came pressing down on his lungs and his stomach churned with vertigo, he welcomed it. He was its vessel, after all.
In contrast to the raging heat inside of him, the floor feel cold under his fingertips. The cell was like that. Cold. He pressed his face against it, feeling his cheek burning on the concrete.
"Oz? Are you alright?"
It was then that the voice lilted into his consciousness, sweet and deep, like the ocean. Soothing. Cold. Something inside Oz regained control and he lifted his head slowly. On the other side of the cell sat a boy. Crouche
Dream CircuitryThe human brain is a stranger world than any system I've ever tested before. I was programmed to study the mental functionings of various biological beings, including a human, to observe and record the connective and associative processes. It seems this has affected some of my circutry, back in my first testing done to a mouse, nothing could distract my performance. Mice have interesting synapses, they are not all long tails and cheese, although it was something often in their minds, they were lab specimens, after all. Then the doctors and neuroscientists moved on to guinea pigs, then dogs, sheep, chimps, and finally humans. It was that tiny cemale human that must have changed my connections. Unlike the other creatures, this girl would be undergoing a series of particular testings related to that phenomena humans call dreams. She was kept in every sleep stage conatantly, tubes and cables coming out from everywhere around her body, machines measured and recorded every body signature theDream Circuitry2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Melissandra's Last DayMelissandra checked her watch again, then snapped it shut and pocketed it with a sigh. She had another ten minutes to wait before the train would arrive.Melissandra's Last Day5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She resumed pacing the platform. She was too nervous to sit.
A greasy-looking man with a goatee and velvet top hat was thrusting a bouquet of roses at her face. Melissandra turned pointedly away, but the man danced around in front of her. "You won't find flowers like this on the moon, miss. I've got red roses, orange roses, yellow roses, tulips, pansies geraniums..."
"No, thank you." Melissandra tried to turn past him and continue pacing, but he was blocking her way. "The moon is famed for its gardens," she told him with a polite smile.
"White flowers, glowing flowers, yes - but do you think you will find color there? Do you think you will find color there? Do you think you won't miss the red of a rose?" He singled one out for her and held it beneath her nose. "Come, take one with you, miss - to remind you of your hom
Monkey WrenchedJuly 2, 1887 – Automata Fair Ends In Disgrace!Monkey Wrenched4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
LONDON – The organizers of the 15th Annual London Automata Fair have not awarded a prize this year due to some confusion regarding the rules.
“Contestants have long been men of science, distinguished folk eager to test out new designs for mobile, self-contained machines,” said Professor Albert Pendleton, Esq., one of the judges of this year's competition. “Because of the nature of automata, we have long had to keep definitions flexible, as any number of innovations are possible- encouraged, I say! But the actions of Mr. LaBelle, and his entry's abuse of our qualifications, are a clear sign that the bylaws of this fair need to be revised.”
Since 1872, the London Automata Fair has applied the inventions of the Milton Steam Engine and the Mercier Inference Engine by creating contests of ability for different automata. This year's tasks were a small obstacle course, followed by an array of domestic cleaning
Cakes and CogsIt was now ten o’clock and Gwen was still admiring herself in the mirror.Cakes and Cogs4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Two black bat wings now flanked her octopus tattoo, and black gear silhouettes encircled the entire design. She could always change it later. The woman licked her lips and adjusted her small top hat, which was perched to the right on her head. She picked up a monocle, studied it briefly, and then added that to her ensemble.
She had never looked more like a business tycoon than today.
Pleased with herself, she left the back and studied the customers wandering around the front room of her bakery.
All of the serving girls had been outfitted in their new corsets – brown and brass, of course. The walls were decorated with giant brass cogs. The air smelled sweet with the many cakes that were already prepared for the morning.
Gwen inhaled deeply, her hands stroking the silkiness of her own corset.
Then, a horrific clanking noise from the back made every customer look up and around with confusion. Gwen clench
FFM 2015: Day 1 - AssignedFFM 2015: Day 1 – AssignedFFM 2015: Day 1 - Assigned5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What little amount of sunlight managed to enter through the grimy window struck scarred bronzed skin and ruffled pale blue bed sheets. The azure pendant - inscribed with a single letter “C” - that gleamed on her chest rose and fell with each steady breath she took. Blissful dreams made her grin. Her body shifted, and her face became buried in a tangled mess of umber curls. Black sand beaches and cool blue water lapping at her feet, her body and soul basking in copious amounts of sunlight as the waves pulled her in and whisked her away from all that she knew….
Playful kisses tickled the nape of her neck and slowly elevated her into consciousness. She giggled softly. "Dalton, I didn't know you could be so loving..." she cooed sleepily, a lustful smile crossing her lips as her eyes slowly opened. Dark brown irises focused and rested upon an Apatosaurus that stood anxiously at her bedside. An ungodly scream sounded throughout
Wooden Bird Mr. Winsor stood just outside, showing off his son’s steam car with its fine red paint and delicately molded details. His son worked at the company that made them now that his apprenticeship was over. His son could afford a car.Wooden Bird4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Edward couldn’t afford such an apprenticeship. Folding his arms together, he rested them on the window sill. Winsor always had good luck. He bought his son’s apprenticeship with a large purse of money he found while walking home drunk. An honest man would have tried to return the money. A smart one bought his son a good apprenticeship.
With a sigh, Edward went back to cutting vegetables. Everyone would be tired after work and stew was always good, even on hot nights. It couldn’t be any hotter than the factory, anyway.
A tug on Edward’s pant leg drew his attention down and he smiled. “Well, look who just crawled his way across the r
SAB guide - music themesIf you ever feel like getting into the SAB mood with some music, here are some selected themes that I want to share:SAB guide - music themes6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Most of them are from Newgrounds, so I am sorry if you can't access them from your mobile >n<
I'll add more when I'll find more fitting songs to the rest of the characters.
Skies aren't blue opening theme - "Cosmic stream of life"
I love this one and I really want it to be the main theme. Maybe I can buy it oneday as official theme.
Skylabs theme - "Rain"
I really like to listen to this one when I am working on the structure and insides of the Skylab facility.
Jun theme - "Catalyst"
Sadly it was removed from the Newgrounds site, it was a really nice song.
Luckily I have more than one theme for Jun. This is more lighthearted than the Cata
A Drop Of Your Blood, PleaseIt's been a year since they found their "humanity", and I made a small fortune off of it.A Drop Of Your Blood, Please1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I barely escaped it myself. The curtain must have malfunctioned, or I'd have been cut in half."
I press a button, refill his glass; a few weeks ago, a robot would have done that. "I have no trouble believing that. How many are we talking about?"
It seems incredible now, but we loved robots. In a technologically-advanced society, where method and practicality were everything, the idea behind them embodied the essence of the future man. Maybe we underestimated how much they actuallty were like men, though... "Hey, snap it together. How. Many." I ask again, a bit pissed off as I stare into my client's sleep-deprived eyes.
Robots were the only measure we had left in our scrambling to save the planet after we pushed it past the point of no return; and thank "god" the referendum on robots didn't end up like the one to fund NASA's space exploration, I thought at first. I don't even kn
The Humanity of Killing It was a humid, summer morning, but cool enough to surmise that autumn was on its way. It was the perfect sort for the amphibomorphs to be out and about. Of course, most mornings were in the metropical city of Daintree. In fact, it might very well have been a dry winter morning, but who really cares?The Humanity of Killing1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Now, there was one frog-class out and about on this particular morning who was especially grateful that the city's algorithms had decided to flavor the morning as they did, for she was training for a certain competition that required no small amount of leg strength. And so, with the conditions as optimal as they were, she had set out this morning from her house to go on a run.
"Neuvis, you're pushing yourself a little harder then necessary for the warm-up, try synching your steps with your breaths" Cormon said to her.
"I know, I just don't want this morning to go to waste!"
"It'll go to waste if you overwork yourself and
Obsolete ~ ScalesShe'd been observing her mentor for a moment. Whatever he was doing seemed to fascinate him. She'd never seen such a contraption. Even years later it seemed to be incongruous and coming from a distant world.Obsolete ~ Scales4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"They're called scales." The Master said as if he'd heard her question. Most likely, he'd noticed the interrogative look in her eyes. "A long time ago, people used it to weigh."
He pointed a little objects sitting in a box. At his invitation she picked the largest one. It was heavy: at least one of the old kilograms that they used on the world called earth. The others must be lighter.
"But why would people use such complicated contraption Master?"
"They didn't have our tools and knowledge."
Then why did he have those old things? And why were they so interesting to him, she ended up asking.
"Ah I'm glad you asked. You see I've modified the scales a bit. Make one, the biggest you can. As much as this place allows."
She bit her lips looking at him sharply. He'd never allowed her to cr
And Then Dinosaurs "I gave you permission for a pet, John," Marianne ground out. "A. Singular. Pet."And Then Dinosaurs5 days 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.
Steampunk StaircaseI slowly ascended the wrought iron stair, each footfall soft on the metal surface. I kept my aether ray firmly in my right hand - after the monstrous hybrid of man and hydra I just vanquished, I knew I better be prepared.Steampunk Staircase4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Little could I see ahead of me, so dark and quiet was the room above. The only sounds I could hear were the steam escaping the device upon my back that powered the weapon I held, as well as the slow whirring and minute clicks of the gears that helped draw power from the air around me.
The moment my boot came down on wood instead of iron, I knew I had reached the top of the stair. I readied my aether ray, bringing it up to firing position at my shoulder, and scanned the room.
The massive gears were no surprise, not in the old clocktower. The grand piano, on the other hand, wasn't supposed to be there. Nor was the figure hunched over it, gazing at me with one burning eye for just a moment.
Before I could speak a word, he began to play, and the clocktower van
Pieter Kryse - Second PartAfter his meeting with the Admiral, Pieter headed back to the landing pad where an aircar was waiting to ferry him back fo the Skybiter. In his absence, a number of lorries had flown over, carrying massive crates of equipment and supplies.Pieter Kryse - Second Part2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Three lorries in particular caught Kryse's attention as the aircar descended, on the back of each lay an armoured Battlesuit, along with a charger rack, munition locker, fuel, water, and air tankage.
The Battlesuits were three meters from head to toe, and encased the wearer in an armoured coffin capable of leaping over buildings, or destroying them outright. Normally a Corvette on frontier patrol wouldnt carry such weapons, but now a trio was being loaded aboard the Skybiter under the watchful eye of the deck crew.
Dismounting the aircar, Pieter walked up to the nearest of the Skybiter's crew, a tactical officer named Sarna. Returning the young officer's salute, Kryse spoke.
"Leftenant, tell me now do you know why are we having armoured infantry unit
FFM 03: Frightful Weather“It’s snowing,” Krysar says.FFM 03: Frightful Weather3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Whatever is drifting down in fat flakes from the riotous skies above Eulalia, “It isn’t snow,” Aselmax says. First of all, “It stinks.” Indeed the substance gives off a fragrance both repulsive and sweet, “Like vomit. And spun sugar.”
Secondly, “It’s the wrong colour.” The ‘snow’ is the palest, unhealthy shade of pink.
“What’s causing it?” Krysar asks.
Aselmax points ahead of them to a drift of the un-snow. In the filtered daylight streaming down the street, this patch has sprung into some kind of noxious bloom. Thick, segmented pink stalks shoot up before their eyes like a time-lapse recording and unfold in fleshy white blossoms. These warped flowers remind him of deseased pustules, and fibroma warts. “Nothing good.”
Prompt 20 - Missed ConnectionsPrompt 20—Missed ConnectionsPrompt 20 - Missed Connections4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mia guided Dylan through the super-complex, warily glancing around every few steps. Their “eyes in the skies”, Justin, gave her a constant stream of information, mostly regarding people and places to avoid. Working together, the two easily navigated the building, their goal: get Dylan to the central computer.
“Hard left in 10 . . . 9 . . . 8 . . .” Justin chattered through Mia’s earpiece, giving precise directions, “. . . 3 . . . 2 . . . now! Okay, suspicious figure at your nine o’clock. Don’t make eye contact. Good. Now just keep walking forward, he’s looking back. And . . . he’s gone. Merge with the crowd. Good. Okay, turn into the second corridor on your right,”
“Justin? Are you sure?”
“What do you mean?”
Mia kept walking, “It