The LekThe sun shone bright and cold over the northern plains, giving little heat at this boreal latitude. To the southwest the LeBeau Mountains loomed, their snowy caps shining a blinding white. Great herds of animals roamed the plains, gorging on the local plant life, building up energy reserves for their long migration south.The Lek10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
There was something in the air; an electric tingle, a thick haze of pheromones. It was rutting season, and all across the plains bulls of all species were vying for mating rights. This was a dangerous time of year. Driven into a frenzy by their hormones, young bulls were eager to vent their frustrations on anything they could find. Preoccupied with the primordial urge to continue their genetic legacy, they became easy pickings for hungry predators. Many bachelors would not live to see the next migration.
The clear springtime air was shattered by a deep brassy honk, and two mountains of flesh and bone collided. Forgetting their audience, the two bulls trumpeted and sla
The Capris HerderMurgha Durandeet was up before dawn, as usual. She got ready for the day by the light of a single candle, shivering in the cold of the early morning. Though at this hour the sun was only a faint glow on the western horizon, outside the thick walls of her family’s mud-brick house she could hear the chirping of birds layered over the rasping grunts of the livestock in their pen.The Capris Herder11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
She wore a formless knee-length brown dress of spun cotton, over which she pulled on a short green and brown robe tied off at the waist with a thick sash. She wore no shoes; not only because the soles of her feet were as thick and tough as old boot leather anyway, but also because she hadn’t owned a pair since she was three years old. On her head she placed a round flat-topped cap, a traditional Tartos head covering. Finally, she hefted the bandolier off its hook on the wall and draped it over her shoulder to hang across her body. It was heavy, loaded as it was with rifle ammunition in individually po
The MessengerThe woman came to Gingloa at the head of an army, riding under the banner of House Agares. Though the majority of the army remained outside the city to set up camp, the message was clear: whatever the woman was here for, they would be wise not to deny her. As she rode down the central street accompanied by a retinue of mounted soldiers, the people stopped to watch her pass. Whoever she was, she was very wealthy. She wore a hauberk of steel maille over a knee-length crimson aketon, and over that her armor was thick scales of gilt steel worked in the shape of feathers. Pinned to her shoulders was a cloak of crimson silk. Her pointed helm with its long nasal guard was steel, and at its peak were fastened three red feathers of command. A fringe of steel scales hung from her helm to cover her face and neck, but as she looked across the upturned faces of the townsfolk they could see she had the olive skin and dusky eyes of the Garanic tribes of the central Markheb. Her mighty gerThe Messenger11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
F-Zero: Seppuku Tales - Turkey Blow Up DayF-Zero: Seppuku Tales - Turkey Blow Up Day2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
This Tale contains spoilers from the entire saga. Do not read unless the entire three part saga has been read first. This is what we consider a 'Part 4/3' Tale, taking place where the Part 3/3 Epilogue left off.
Additionally, it is highly recommended that you first read the Tale titled 'Clover', otherwise, the reader may become lost.
Warning, this Tale contains the following: Sexual themes (mostly implied/mentioned), mentioning and/or consumption of alcohol, pagan (but fictional) beliefs, LGBT themes, and minor cussing.
As an additional warning, I'm going to go ahead and start off admitting that this is not a particular Tale I'm proud of. It was one of those rare situations where I had a bunch of funny jokes made, but no good plot. Henceforth, it's sort of a big mess of jokes. Still, it's F-Zero: Seppuku and I need something to represent Thanksgiving with. It's not a bad Tale, just not comparable to any of the other Tales.
== Turkey Blow Up Day =
A middle-aged Chiya stood
Giving of ThanksGiving of Thanks3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"Here, go ahead and try this."
"The composition of this substance is particularly nutritive for human consumption. I detect a considerably large percentage of beta-carotene and... fibers beneficial for digestion. It is also... 'sweet'. I am certain that is accurate usage of the word."
"What do you call this substance?"
"It's called 'Pumpkin', pureed. I'm sure you can identify what a Pumpkin is."
"Yes. Pumpkin. Fruit. Genus: Cucurbita. Native to North America. It has a thick, fleshy shell which contains the inner fruit, fibrous strands and seeds. It is commonly used-"
"Hahaha. Thank you, but the complete description isn't necessary. Suffice it to say, you know what a Pumpkin is, and now you know what it tastes like."
"I am... unsure why this, in particular, was necessary."
"Well, that's easy. Don't you know what day it is?"
"Thursday, November twenty-seventh, two-thousand and fifty-nine, Common Era... oh."
"Today is the da
crates and shells- - -crates and shells3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Bags, tarps, metallic clinking and clanking as Omid filtered through the supply containers. To be honest, he wasn't sure if he was even supposed to be in here – that one boy Jace seemed to take up the mantle of leader fairly quickly after they'd landed and Omid had seen him handing out supplies to a hunting group earlier, but... well, no one could fault him for wanting to find fishing supplies, right?
Not that he knew much about the process himself. String, bait, a water source. Hopefully non-radioactive fish. What he wouldn't give to have his textbooks again. Omid sighed, standing up for a moment to rest his knees. Behind him lay about four large containers that he'd carefully sorted through, though now he wishes he'd found some paper and pencils to document what was inside. And in front of him countless more awaited.
- - -
For a long moment Elamere stared blankly at near to nothing, her mind wondering out of exhaustion. The hunting at night was probably the wo
PnF Se que esta vivo...CAP. 6PnF Se que esta vivo...PnF Se que esta vivo...CAP. 64 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Isabella.-En donde estamos?
Phineas.-Parece un tipo de resistencia...
Fernando.-Pero es que no entiendo. Como...ella...es imposible...
Phineas.-Todo es imposible...
Ferb.-No puedo creer que no me lo haya dicho todos estos años...
Isabella.-Seguramente tiene que tener una razon..
Isabella.-No lo se...pero no pudo haber fingido todo esta tiempo...
Se escucho un pequeño llanto detras de la puerta, intentaron acercarse mas pero
las sillas lo impedían. Se escucharon unas personas hablar...
-Katalina estas bien?
-N-no..-dijo entre sus sollozos...
Isabella.-Es...es ella....es Katalina!
-No puedo creerlo, porque tengo que hacer eso a mi familia...
-No era que te encantaba ser mala?
-Si, pero no con ellos. Piensan que lso traicione, pero es por una buena causa ser malo...por ellos...
-Tranquila, hablaras con ellos. Lo entenderan...
-Entender que? Que soy una de 'ellos'? que...sirvo para el mal...
Shoulders and Arms 2Section 2. Fille de l'environnementShoulders and Arms 21 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It was a regular Friday and the room usually booked for our club’s activities was crowded with people, and May was standing at their head, giving a rousing speech or something.
“Mon dieu,” Trudeau says softly, touching my shoulder and making me slap his pretty face with a stack of papers in my hand.
“What’s going on?”
“Je ne sais quoi,” Trudeau replies, wincing like I’ve injured him.
“Are you following me?”
“Forget you, I have to talk to May,” I sigh, pushing through the crowd of people.
“And we must prevail!” she shouts “As you know, North America’s environmental records have been outstanding, but we still have work to do, which is why the ELC stands for”
“What does it stand for?”
May stops to stare at me, and heads turn. A fe
Shoulders and Arms 1Shoulders and ArmsShoulders and Arms 11 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Section 1. L'histoire de turd eau
“Well, what do you think it means to be Canadian?”
“Canada’s not a country,” May replies, trying to balance a pencil on her head, “Canada doesn’t exist anymore. We’re in New America. It’s been that way since . . . 2003?”
“I’m Canadian,” I insist, putting my foot down. May covers a laugh.
“More than 100 years have passed since then,” she sighs. Trudeau, sitting somewhere near the back of the room, quietly smolders in my direction.
“Who let him in here?” I demand, and Trudeau shrugs innocently.
“I did,” May reveals, like a slap in the face of our friendship.
“Allo Harper,” Trudeau waves, running a hand through immaculate waves of hair.
Allo yourself to get out of here . . .
“This is an official meeting of the
Android DreamsThe first time they cut me open, I was five years old. It was a routine operation, one of the valves in my back that become bent. It clicked when I walked, grating back and forth as I moved across my bedroom, making it difficult to reach up to my picture books and play with my dolls. I was in the operation room for less than half an hour, watching as they took a scalpel to my stomach and pushed and wrench and screwdriver into my insides.Android Dreams1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Later, when we got home and I went up to my room, I could hear Daddy talking to Mommy in the kitchen downstairs. “Look, Martha, she’s an older model. It’s normal for them to break down around this point. Maybe we should just take her in and swap her out for something newer. It would probably be much more cost-efficient in the long-run.”
Mommy started to wail.
“Oh shut up, for God’s sake, we could get another that looks exactly like her. Hell, we could get a hundred ones if we wanted. You wouldn’t even notice th
A knowledgeable fellaJohn Silver knew many things.A knowledgeable fella2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
At age 3 he knew how to shush his younger sister up at night and make her sleep by dipping her pacifier in their fathers rum.
At age 5 he knew he wanted to travel space when he grew up.
At 8 he knew that their fathers cough was a bad sign.
At 10 he knew that things were not going to be well from now on as he watched them bury his father.
At 12 he knew he had to get on that ship off planet Ursidion because there was no future for him there.
At 15 he knew a lad had to be careful with the ladies or he would end up with more than he had bargained for.
At 18 he knew that a man would have to cut a few corners to achieve what he wanted.
At 23 he knew what true pain was. What it felt like to have your arm blown off. What it felt like to have a new limb attached…
At 27 he knew what it was like to break a girl’s heart as he told her he had to leave again. That his ship had been repaired and that he had treasure to chase…
At 30 he knew that he was g
Survivor Earth, 1.1The day the Tellemex first appeared, I was reading Superman comics in bed. I was supposed to be asleep but you know how it is - what fifteen-year-old boy goes to bed at eight o’clock? I hear this really loud voice, garbled like a robot or something, and it’s coming from outside. I go look and sure enough there’s this hovering picture like a TV screen floating in the air with a guy talking. I heard they did this all over the world. Anyway, this talking robot head, he says not to be afraid and that he and his people are coming to rescue the planet. Mom was freaking out in the living room, of course, so it was hard to catch every word, but he said something about pollution and technology and a new home and how they’d be here in a year.Survivor Earth, 1.12 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Craziest. Year. Ever.
Most people believed what they’d seen, at least for a while. Military starting showing up all over. People were told to stay inside their houses unless they were going to work or the weekly Community Meeti
The Cure for Death - Day 314"I think I almost have it!" Hyde announced, mixing together the final components of his compound.The Cure for Death - Day 3142 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Jekyll sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with frustration. He walked over to Hyde and examined his mixture. It was made of nothing but poisons and acids. This was getting ridiculous. "Hyde, it isn't going to work." He tried to convince him.
Hyde glared at him. "How dare you!?" He roared. "I've worked for years on this formula, and I've finally perfected it! And you're dismissing it!?"
"Hyde, I'm giving you criticism, because I want to help you, and I'm telling you, this isn't going to save you."
"You just want to steal it for yourself, don't you!? Take all the fame and glory for yourself, don't you!?"
"I'm a physicist, why would I want to steal from a biologist? But even I can tell that this is going to kill you."
"It'll make me live forever!"
"No it won't!"
"Yes, it will! I've fi-"
"Hyde!" Jekyll yelled. "There's no cure for death! This isn't going to save you! Just, accept i
Amissum-PrologueIn a time that used to seem like a distant future, still millennia away from now. In the year 4526. Something special occurred. Something mankind has never seen before,...till now.Amissum-Prologue2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
A dark but still bright red meteor shower fell upon earth. Countries all over the world were afraid that this would be the end of civilization. But only one rock made it to earth, it landed like a spaceship in front of the White House. The doors opened and armed men were ready to "welcome" the new visitors. But out of the spaceship came an unbearable sound...
More coming up.
Light at the end of the tunnel2352, Summer. Newhaven, Massachusetts.Light at the end of the tunnel2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Her city was brightly lit, lights from the office buildings and the downtown core seen even from where she was sitting. Admittedly sitting on one truss of an electrical tower without protection might not have been the smartest thing to do but this place as as good as any to consider. Besides, she’d always liked heights.
She shifted her position, changing the weight of her backpack to seat it more comfortably on her shoulders. In an hour or two she would be gone but for now she was content to sit and observe.
This high up and on the edge of things made her feel safe, protected. Not fully in the light or the dark. Out there past the city limits was just blackness and ruins but Newhaven was too shiny and bright for her liking. Too clean to be a real city.
She sighed, flipping through one of the file folders she pulled from her backpack. They were stolen but worth it all the same. Old records from before the ‘Event’. No one bu