A Public Service Announcement from KaiserIOTThere's a small sector of society that's been up in arms over the Korean government's mandatory long-form census since the day it was introduced, denouncing at least once a week what they purport to be an attack on "supers' rights". What these so-called activists—most of whom protest from the comfort of desk chairs half a world away—fail to understand is that Seoul really does believe the national archive necessary, and I wholly sympathize with its rationale. After all, in a country that has seen the deaths of more supers in a year than most states have reported since 1945, one can't fault the government for scrabbling after every possible means it can find to aid, however marginally, our special brethren from shadowy people that one might almost suspect of hunting the poor souls.A Public Service Announcement from KaiserIOT7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
People like me.
Oh, Seoul is perfectly aware of what is happening, even if it won't publicly admit it. Bodies turn up with clear markers as to how their lives were ended, and
Grommets for HangingThe buildings so tightly packed that the roofs became a city unto themselves, new roofs erected from detritus hauled up from the streets below, built by human versions of same. Old rooftop was floor space now, shingled and tar-papered carpet subfloor under layers of cardboard bedding and lean-tos and currogated shacks thrown up against exhaust vents. The sun was blocked by endless tarpaulin of vinyl sheeting stitched with baling wire and shoestring and power cables from obsolete machines, held aloft by whatever the roof dwellers could prop up.Grommets for Hanging23 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Cymbal was picking mushrooms under the blue light cast from noon sun filtered through the vinyl overhead. It had once hung on a commercial blimp advertising perfume, clear blue water in a crystal vial fashioned to look like intertwined lovers. Now the blue lovers were mildewed. Cymbal wiped dung from her gloves and hoisted her bag of harvest. It was lighter than she'd like.
She felt a furry brush at her ankle, and an impatient mreaow. Pud
History of Politics"You know what? Let's just kill all politicians. That would be the easiest way to go about it."History of Politics1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"And then how would the country be handled?"
"We'll just hire new politicians. But they'll be warned of course. If they start being bad, we'll kill them too."
"That sounds like a very interesting system there. The question is...
...how many people have to die before we get good politics?"
Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 70 A piercing shriek filled the city square, followed seconds later by a booming voice. "Cease your destructive behavior, now. Get down on the ground and surrender immediately." Sounded like the General finally got there. The man was supposed to be his 'keeper', but every moment he spent with him only made him loathe him even more. God, how he loathed him. He loathed all of them.Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 702 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In response, he expanded the barrier of psychic energy around him, lifting more debris into the air and taking more territory for himself, while pushing the military back. 'Military.' He scoffed at the word. This wasn't a military, only peasants led to the slaughter. All his life, he had been fed the same shit story about how it was an honor for their class to serve the good of the nation. He knew the truth now. They died so the rich and 'powerful' didn't have to. There were times he almost managed to forget, but the black bars and numbers etched into the skin of his arm never let the
Intertwine His HeartShe dances, he watches, they love.Intertwine His Heart2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Gaps in RealityI know it sounds cliche, but in many ways traveling from one dimension to another is like falling down the rabbit hole in Alice in Wonderland. After all, it's as if one moment, you're in the same sane and known universe that you've lived in all of your life. Then the next it's as if you're in some fun house parody of a world. Of course in many of those other realities things can be, and are deadly serious, and very little is truly funny.Gaps in Reality3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Of course I should know. I've been to more than my share of other realities.
Who am I? Odds are that you do not have the clearance to know who I am. Not even my rank, let alone my name. And odds are you definitely do not have clearance to even know what I work for. So odds are it's better, and safer for everyone involved that you do not ask.
Instead, let me tell you this. There are many methods for traveling between realities. It's why you have stories of people who 'lived under the hill
The Mark of Antony - Section One - First Draft"You must not regret you're father's decision," were the first words that I heard from the nurse.The Mark of Antony - Section One - First Draft4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A mask was tied to the front of my face, keeping me alive long enough to hear those words. I was slipping in and out of consciousness as I laid cocooned by white sheets. Harsh light kept me blinking while I could remain awake. A constant bleep kept the room from remaining perfectly quiet. I was expecting gunfire or shouts from afar. But this place was a different plane of living -- something set apart, if not holy.
A tumbler rolled, causing the door handle to turn slowly. Something clicked. Swallowed my spit. A breeze came in the room, two steps followed, the door closed with a slam, the lock tumbling close, the handle resuming the original position. A woman came forth with a tablet in her grasp. She was wearing the usual white garb with red X's on her head, shoulders, lower half. Her hand came upon mine after she sat at my feet, face plastered in my general direction.
"How do you feel?" s
NebulaThe brilliant golden-violet cloud encompassing a myriad of young jeweled stars sat restlessly in empty space, not awaiting any sort of company yet not content neither unnoticed nor hidden. A homely haven, a nest for new life, the nebula sat below the planets, a lonely mother in a cosmos of thrashing, whipping balls of gas and fury that she herself had raised. Why had her children abandoned her? What had she ever done besides raise those swirling, flaming spheres from a speck of dust? Why was she forced to be alone, silent, discontent with eternal rest, to live yet die?Nebula5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Flashes of Light "Hello... Is anybody there..."Flashes of Light1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As I was met with the usual static, I realized I wasn't even asking any more... simply talking out into the empty wavelengths.
It was four days since I saw the last flash, five since they started. I only caught a glimpse of the first one out the corner of my eyes, having been nose-deep in the latest research data. When I looked up all I saw were the clouds from the latest storm over the States. I figured it must have been a particularly powerful lightening strike and returned to my data on the monitor.
The next flash followed a couple of minutes later. Confused, I looked out the side of the station, this time keeping my attention on the atmosphere. It wasn't long till I saw a new flash, right on top of New York.
My mouth went dry in seconds. That was no lighteni
The ArkSo the Earth had dried up.The Ark1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What limited resources left would not sustain much longer. It was no surprise, people have seen it coming a hundred years ago. The world government had put together a last-ditch effort, and funded the conception of a spaceship named the Ark.
The team consisted of nearly half of the remaining population. They trained long and hard for many months, studying late into the night for survival and colonization, driven by the responsibility on their shoulders to find humans, their brethren another home. They were pioneers, they were heroes. They brought loved ones aboard, so that they may reproduce on the journey that will outlast them.
Captain looked out the window of the Ark. What a fine machine. He watched the hardened faces of his people load up the craft, commending each their bravery and their volunteer for the survival of the human race.
Today was the big day.
Of course, the Ark never made it out. Science never got that far, what a bunch of idiots to have bel
Twilight of HeroesIt was as if one day, the world was suppose to end. Heroes and villains, who had fought each other for ages were now fighting side by side against a non-stop stream of challenges. But they all knew... All said that the biggest one was coming. That they were working on it. That their best and brightest, most powerful and smartest would find a way.Twilight of Heroes1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But in the end, it was all for naught. They could not do anything.
In the end, people gathered. With friends. With family. Large groups of heroes and villains all gathered in points, if only to say goodbye to each other.
It was as if everything they had, and everything they'd worked for was about to die, and they were about to die with it.
And then, as if a switch had been tossed, the lights went out.
Maybe for an instant. Maybe for a moment. But they went out.
But just as quickly, they came back. But when they did the heroes... The villains... All the people with
Seventh son... of a seventh son + (hungarian vrs.)Hear my cry, towards the moon,Seventh son... of a seventh son + (hungarian vrs.)1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A sickened life awaits,
They made me believe, the fools,
But I lost the understanding faith.
Beneath me, bone dust, lies in peace,
The claws of enemy force, lying,
But I know truly, with the fall of leaves,
There's no prayer for the dying.
Revealed ancient secrets, destiny of the kin,
Seventh son born,
Darkness has come,
Feel the evil crawl under your skin,
Pray to your Lord,
To make your life short,
We have the original sin.
Kiáltok a hold felé, halld hát,
Beteges ez élet, ami van,
Hitre tanítanak az ostobák,
De hitemet rég elhagytam.
Csontpor recseg lábam alatt,
Az ellenfél karmai nyugszanak,
Fúj a szél, kevés az akarat,
Nincs könyörgés a halottnak.
Ősi titkok rejteke az eljövendők sorsa,
Reddit ShenanigansWe didn't know what to expect. Hell, no one did. For a spacefaring race to come out of a competition planet, it was unheard of. Supposed to be impossible. I mean, a sentient predator, what does that even look like? Can it be reasoned with? What would it even want? There wasn't a ship in the whole collective willing to find out, not a single family who wouldn't rather jump to warp and take their chances among the stars. But when we found ourselves with a fried jump drive, we didn't have a choice.Reddit Shenanigans1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When we discovered them, learned what we could, Parliament put out a decree: No violence. They weren't about to get dragged into some kind of horrible... species-wide... space-fight just because a few homesteaders wanted to keep their holdings. A lobbyist had shown them a video recording, he'd gone to a competition planet on a charter ship, shot a few plasma bolts at the biggest, meanest-looking alien he could find. Cue the horde of screaming aliens scratching at the hull. The message was clear
As Above, So BelowAs Above, So Below2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Dan slapped Laurie's mantle affectionately as she fluttered her wings in delight. He ignored the brief look of distaste crossing the representative's face and leaned forward to kiss the dorsal ridge just ahead of her blowhole, sending little shivers of pleasure rippling across her hide. "I missed you," he whispered. Her tentacles wrapped around his hand, pronated it, and began delicately stroking his inner wrist. "Babe," he warned, with a shaky laugh. She smacked him playfully on the arm and withdrew her tentacles.
He straightened and tried to smile at the agent. "Okay, so are we ready to begin?"
"As soon as your...wife...is ready to join us, in, ah, avatar form," the man answered, clearly uncomfortable with the display of affection.
Dan turned to Laurie and shrugged. "See you soon, honey." She waggled tentacle tips and bubbled a kiss, sinking beneath the water's surface. He grinned and waved bye-bye as she disappeared from sight to
Nash EpilogueIt was two months since the battle in Ferox, and Nash has offcially been adopted by Chrom as a son. Lucina continues to train Nash in the way of the blade, but they also spend a lot of time together outside of combat. Life in the Ylissean palace was always happy for this royal family as a result.Nash Epilogue2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was another ordinary day in the palace. Lucina walked through the halls, in her armor, yet her Parallel Falchion was not by her side. She had a look of concern on her face as she walked
Lucina: Now where did that Falchion go?
She stopped at the sound of breathing around a corner. Even without her blade, she could still fight bare handed. She stepped around the corner and only saw the face of a Risen, causing her to scream. She then noticed the spikey silver hair on the head and looked at the "Risen" with an irritated look
Lucina: Seriously, Nash?
The person removed the Risen face, revealing the laughing face of Nash
Nash: Haha!! Come on, Lucina! I loved the way you jumped!
Lucina: Did you t
Nash 9Flavia: The greater the challenge, the more excited i get!Nash 92 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Nash: Let's do this!
???: Hey! Don't start the party without me!
Out of nowhere, a dark giant of a man came out of nowhere and easily dispatched some of the Risen with his battle axe before joining the two. He was bald, and an eyepatch covered his left eye. Upon closer inspection, Nash could see he had bandages covering his torso
Flavia: Basilio, you big oaf! You should be resting!
Basilio: As the West Khan of Regna Ferox, i would rather die in battle than stay in a mere sickbed! Har Har! By the way, who's the kid?
Flavia: I'll explain later. Let's kill these monsters!
Nash used his strong slash to eliminate four Risen at once. He soon saw the two Khans attacking the rest with sheer speed and power, almost to the point Nash couldn't follow them. Soon, the battlefield was completely littered with Risen remains
Basilio: That was a good warm up! Hahaha!!
Flavia: It's not over yet, oaf.
Draco: You're still alive, West Khan? I'm imp
The Fire's TouchThe horrible part is I would still go in to work today, if I had a job.The Fire's Touch2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I’ve lost track of the hits I took during commercial breaks of mindless late night and pre-morning TV. At least twelve, I’d say. Maybe more like twenty.
If I went to the hospital, right now, the doctor’s voice would sound human. It might fake shock and pity at the walking petri dish that I’ve turned myself into, but, inside, the little cogs would be whirring, calmly solving the problem of another stupid, worthless human.
I don’t think I’m going to die. The drug PSA’s say I should’ve died the first time I stoked the flame, but those tin cans will never stop underestimating the human body’s ability to resist self-attack.
And, obviously, they don’t have the faintest glimmer of an understanding of why someone like me would choose the flame over a paycheck. Lives depend on my ability to synchronize actions of the building team, and the flame destroys my ability
Red Riding Hood Didn't BlinkThey detained the assassin immediately, too shocked to execute him, as they should have.Red Riding Hood Didn't Blink2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He’s in a holding room while the suddenly headless government scrambles to respond to the army roaring its way towards us.
He’s chained to the table and I stand in the corner across from him, weapon un-holstered and primed for any movement.
We wait in silence for my superior to appear and demand answers. I watch the assassin’s motionless face, wondering if he’s deciding what he’ll say or if he’s merely relishing the sounds of disorder echoing down the halls.
The general finally appears. He ignores me and, to his credit, shows nothing but disgust at the prisoner.
“Our troops are mobilized and the city is locking down as we speak. Your pathetic attempt at rebellion has already failed and you’ve accomplished nothing but earning yourself a public execution.” The assassin inspects his manacles. “You will not be given a chance for a final statem