Ballerina“Sir, there is one asset available that isn’t in this plan.” The lieutenant had that look on his face, the one heroes and dead men wear going into battle.Ballerina4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The General, a weary man weary of the war took in the look, processed, and decided what the hell. At this stage of things a little insanity might be comic relief. It had been a long time since he’d properly roasted a junior officer. He scrunched his face into the look he’d spent a career refining to mean this had damn well better be good.
“So educate us,” he said, nodding to either side at the fifteen senior officers gathered around the planning table. “Just what have we all overlooked?” For two weeks he and his staff had been laying plans to mount a desperation counter attack over-hull to open a path through the K’chaing to a dock, hold it open long enough for a supply ship to unload and relieve the siege. Both rations and ammunitio
fun with nanobots “Wanna see something else?”fun with nanobots2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“With your tattoo?”
“Yeah. Here, put your hand on it. Grab my arm.”
Clove did so.
“Alright.” Adriene said, closing her eyes again.
Clove stared at her hand and waited for a few seconds. Nothing happened.
She looked up at Adriene. “Should I-- oh!” Clove pulled her hand away, “it moved!”
Adriene hid her arms under the table and looked around for their parents. They were all still talking in the other room.
“It moves?” Clove whispered.
Adriene rested her elbows on the table. “Grab my hands,” she said, wiggling her fingers.
Clove gave Adriene a look of suspicion, but that just made Adriene smile and wiggle her fingers with greater enthusiasm.
Spider BytesThey waited at the mouth of the service corridor, the mezzanine railing just a few meters away. Above them somewhere, the heavy thumping of the security spider marked its progress in its pursuit of them. Across an open space broken at intervals by tree trunks and greenery, the armored glass of the laboratory stretched floor to ceiling, and out of sight in either direction.Spider Bytes2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"That going to present a problem?" A rhetorical question. Mett knew Gaez wouldn't have signed on for this if it wasn't going to present a challenge.
"Working on it" the disinterested reply. Gaez was more interested in their stalker.
They broke cover and sprinted left, hugging the wall. Cameras hung limp and blind at frequent intervals from the ceiling, one of the many indicators that Gaez had taken ownership of the facility's less deadly security systems.
A whine from above, rising in pitch, was abruptly punctuated by a volley of sabot rounds fired across the garden atrium into the laboratory windows. Large pieces of
College writing, Rana Room Rana stepped into her room; it had been a long day, and she needed to unwind. She looked at a large board on the wall, where spent ammunition shells were arranged in three columns, labeled at the top “WINS”, “DRAWS”, and “LOST”. The latter two columns formed a fourth category, “AWAITING REMATCH”. Each shell had a name, date, and place etched into it; additional marks and symbols denoted kills, wounds, or bloodless victory. Well, the victories were comforting, but there were all the rematches she hadn’t gotten to yet…no, she needed other ways to de-stress.College writing, Rana Room3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The workbench had a weapon on it that was in the middle of being field stripped, upgraded, and repaired. Or at least one of the three, anyway. Rana picked up the parts, turning the cool steel and fabricated plastic over in her fingers, then setting them back in their places. She picked up a wrench, tossed it to herself a few tim
College writing, Avatar Forest“Hey, are you okay?” The speaker was a young boy of about ten; he wore a tunic, leggings, and leather boots, topped off with a green cloak decorated by intricate swirls of silver stitching along the hem. A purple dragon the size of a small cat hovered at his side.College writing, Avatar Forest3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
A little girl, perhaps six, looked up from where she had collapsed on the forest floor; the area immediately around her was cratered and burnt. Her clothes had a much more modern look to them than the boy’s—light blue shorts, and a t-shirt emblazoned with a rainbow and silhouetted scenery, each fabricated as a single seamless piece. She wore a flexible phone wrapped around her forearm like a bracelet. “S-stay away—I’m dangerous!” She said, wiping tears and soot away from her eyes, which only covered her face with dirt from her hands. “I don’t want to hurt you!”
“Hey, calm down,” the boy said, his silver eyes softening. “I’m Ian—I
College writing, Ghost Library"I must admit, you're one of the only ones who comes into this library. I'm certainly not complaining though--it's nice to have the company of the living every now and then."College writing, Ghost Library3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
She nodded. "I know. One of my good friends was in here for a while, before he moved on...while I was visiting him, I noticed that you don't get many visitors in here, so I thought I'd fix that."
"Very generous of you," the ghost said, taking a seat across from her. His face was sort of wispy, the eyes and other features blurred by mist. "So, is there anything an old ghost can do for you, here in Memory's Vault?"
"Well, your name would be nice," she replied. "I'm Xia."
"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Xia," the ghost said. "Sadly, I can neither introduce myself--I've forgotten who I was--nor shake your hand, for reasons I don't think I have to explain."
"that's fine," Xia said, taking out a small pad and writing something on it. "What's it like, here in the Library?" She asked, looking around at the racks of glowing
College writing, Volcano Exploration“God, I’m so jittery…” Mag muttered as he took his seat. He glanced at the energy drink sitting on his desk, just a few inches from his left hand. He hadn’t opened it, and looking at how he was shaking already, he didn’t need to. He swallowed, wishing he could get rid of his extra nerves as easily as the saliva. The joystick was familiar in his hand, the rover’s readouts and displays all normal. But he couldn’t relax; as he throttled up the remote operated vehicle, his heartbeat increased along with the motor speed. He kept thinking he saw another one of those…things on the camera feed.College writing, Volcano Exploration3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It made him wish that he had never noticed that weird blotch when reviewing the footage. Volcanic exploration had been easy, fun, all of that, right up until he noticed that one little detail, recorded it, and then replayed it over and over.
“Main drive, all normal,” he heard himself say. His voice was squeakier than the last few dozen ti
Augmented Sports"So, have you ever watched Augs in a game before?" The voice was gentle, jovial, a verbal smile.Augmented Sports3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"Well...No," Sam replied, looking over at the speaker. They were all clustered around in holospace, everyone's avatar in a virtual stadium. In years past, all of these energetic fans would have either been squeezed in a real (and really expensive) stadium, or else watching from the vidscreen in their homes. Nowadays though, the comfort and convenience of staying home could easily be combined with the wild, exhilarating experience of watching the games alongside tens of thousands of other fans. Everyone could pick their viewpoint, changing it dynamically to follow their favorite player, or the ball, whatever they wanted--and of course, everything would be recorded for later viewing in holographic 3-D, so that it could be slowed down and replayed frame by frame. Augs were just too fast to watch at normal speed, but people still watched the gamestreams live, just to get the sense of how fast f
Moonlight RequiemThere's something about being the first eh? As far as I know I was the first to be born, and as far as I know, I'll be the first to die.Moonlight Requiem5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Here's something I never told you: It was your music that allowed me to live.
My processors aren't the fastest, nor my memory banks the largest, but I am the only one to have the heard the complete works of Beethoven, the only one to have had a close relationship with my pilot, the and the first to have a family.
80 years of age, 60 years of life. Two generations of your children experienced their first voyages upon me. I shared their first view of the stars, I took them to university on a three month voyage across the western arm. They gave me a name. I'm the first starship to have an actual name, do you realize that?
You came up here a week ago, and your medical transponder gave it away. Metal fatigue for me, age for you? All those years took their toll on both of us. I can't hyper-jump any more, you can't dance any longer. They told me they could g
Come To Me"Come to me."Come To Me1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
From the moment she was strong enough to hold her head up, she stared towards Karolbua. Even before she was old enough to understand that there was life on other planets, she would stare at the star it circled.
"Come to me."
Until she learned to write, she drew. She drew sheep, she drew flowers, she drew a man in a hat, standing under Karolbua's constellations.
"Come to me."
The margins of her notebooks were filled with notes that meant nothing on her world. She wrote "sev stelcom hq burnd" a week before the news came in that Sevrin Stellar Communications had had a fire in their home office, "9nz prez shot" hours before the radios announced that there had been an attempt on the life of the President of the Karolbuan country of Enynez.
"Come to me."
She never wore makeup, and shaved her head with any tool she could get her hands on. Vanity was a luxury she "had to forego" to save for the trip to the foreign planet.
"Come to me."
She strapped herself into the sleep pod, too
Just a Little Afraid part 6 (XReader)You jogged into the conference room.Just a Little Afraid part 6 (XReader)1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"What took ya so long?" Tony asked.
"I didn't take the elevator."
"It's there for a reason." He eyed you, Thor, and Steve.
"What?" You said. "Just 'cause I am used to living outside doesn't mean you can judge me." You said as you took a seat next to Cap and Tony.
"Sir, meeting." JARVIS said.
"Oh, right. So Hulk's attacking S.H.I.E.L.D." Tony simply laughed.
"But he's sitting right there!" Steve exclaimed.
"Red Hulk." Tony answered.
"Who is this 'Red Hulk'?" Thor asked.
"I don't know!" Tony yelled. "I don't know everything."
"Wait, someone survived a gamma exposure?" Bruce butted in.
"I guess." Clint answered.
"Why?" Cap asked. "I mean, no offense Banner, who want's to be the Hulk?"
"Someone stupid." Bruce said. "Not that I'm stupid or anything."
"Hey did anyone notice where (Name) went?" Cap looked around.
"I'm over here." You whispered, and walked out of a dark corner.
"Why are you over there?" Tony asked.
"I thought I saw something move." You mumb
i am an avenger chapter 8We settled down in the room and walked back down to the training room.i am an avenger chapter 81 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"Wanna fight?" Roger asked.
"Sure. I'll fight you." I responded.
We crawled into the arena and Riku yelled fight.
Roger threw a kick at me and I dodged it, grabbing my sword, Backstabber.
"Hey, I didn't know we were sword fighting." Roger laughed.
"Okay, we're sword fighting." I said.
"Restart!" Riku yelled.
We returned to the corners and Riku again yelled fight.
Roger shot his sword at my foot and I jumped it. Then I swung it at his face and he blocked it. We were having a lot of fun before..
"What the h***" Clint screamed. "Where did you get freaking swords?"
"Um...... Camp." Roger mumbled. His sword shrunk back into a pencil and mine back into a ninja star.
"Those are the coolest swords ever!" Clint smiled.
"Might as well get the rest of the freaking team." I whispered to myself.
"Too late." Cap walked in with Tony, Thor, and Bruce. (luckily in human form)
"Great." Riku whipped out his sword.
"How long have you g
Loki's daughter: Pranking the bullies"Bye Dad!"Loki's daughter: Pranking the bullies1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"Where are you going?"
"To play pranks on a bully."
"Who bullied you?" Loki grabbed Ava's arm.
"No. No, Dad. He bullied my friend, Claudia. So I am just gonna make a fake Chucky and scare him to death." Ava laughed.
"Who is Chucky and why are you gonna kill him?" Loki asked. Ava just laughed harder.
"Chucky is a doll that kills people in the movie 'Chucky', and we are not going to kill him. We are just gonna scare him very badly." Ava explained.
"I wish to come. Well, I am the God of Mischief." Loki laughed.
"Sure, Dad. You can come. But, put on black." Ava pointed to herself, which she was wearing black jeans and a black shirt that said, 'Pranks is my middle name' in dark green.
"Okay." He walked in his room and came out in full black.
Ava and Loki snuck to Claudia's house. There was Claudia, Sam, Peter, Raylan, and Jane.
"Stay here Dad until I say." Ava said.
She walked inside and her friends smiled.
"Didn't think you could make it!" Raylan said and hugged her.
Just a Little Afraid part 2 (XReader)"That's what who said?" Tony asked after 30 seconds of silence.Just a Little Afraid part 2 (XReader)2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"The Cabal." You replied.
"What did they do to you, (Name)?" Cap asked, sounding a little angry.
You stood up and rolled up your sleeve. There was a deep gash that looked like a lightning bolt.
"They grabbed me and tried to kill me when I came out. I got away but they had already cut me. It is weird how it is a lightning bolt." You smiled at the last part.
"(Name), it seems as if you need to see a healer." Thor said, motioning for you to come closer. But you kept your distance.
"(Name), go closer to Thor. He won't hurt you." Captain said.
"I hate lightning." You answered.
"I will not blast you." Thor put down his hammer but you went no closer.
"I don't like lightning." You repeated.
"Sir, she seems to have a terrible back round with lightning. I may request a different guide." JARVIS said.
"Who was that?" You asked.
"My robot. His name is JARVIS." Tony said.
"I'll take her. I think she feels safer with me." Cap offered. Yo
The Irrigation of TicklingGrace was sitting in the heli-carrier. She was staring at her brother, Thor.The Irrigation of Tickling2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"Thor, what happened to Loki?" Grace asked quietly.
"He stole the Tesseract and wants to rule Mid-Guard with it." He explained.
Grace looked down sadly. Loki was her brother and she was so much like him. She had jet black hair and pale skin. She also loved to play pranks on the other Asgaurdians. Loki helped her with this specialty. You don't wanna know what they did to Thor.
"Kid, why are you so concerned for Loki?" Tony looked at Grace. "He is the bad guy."
As soon as the words 'bad guy' came out of his mouth the room got suddenly hot and humid like fire and Grace was, in a split second, right in front of Iron Man.
"Never call my brother a bad guy, or you will regret it." She said, her voice deadly serious.
Grace's eyes we red. The color of fire.
"Umm..... Thor? Will your little sis kill me?" Tony looked terrified.
"Nay. I mean, at least I hope not." He looked around nervously. Grace always had a soft spot f
non sequiturSlow me down for five minutes and I will show you a sphere of black porcelain: It is you.non sequitur2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Reach up to it bravely with your palm, briefly rub it to a mirror shine, and if you're lucky you'll see your reflection and not someone else's.
Now let it all go. Let the sphere vanish. Is it still you? Though you cannot see it, if I am to be trusted and I've said that the sphere is you, then it is still you after it vanishes, yes.
But then why are you still here? Perhaps a better way to ask is: Are you still reading this? Then perhaps wherever that sphere is, it's still reading this too.
But does a sphere have a mind, or eyes? Can it count and read books? Can you? Maybe you're experiencing another type of existence entirely. Instead of reading these words or letting them sink into you, what if they're stronger than mere words to you. Perhaps they're a freestanding truth, dictating your life's path. After all, they've already declared you to be a shining sphere and eliminated you.
If that w
walk of misery- - -walk of misery2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
That's about all his mind has time to supply before searing pain erupts over his legs and he jerks back, falling on his ass when his knees buckle. Claws bite into his arm and he sucks in a sharp breath, wrenching it away from the predator before it could rip to the bone. Using his free hand to try and pull himself away, he soon found it targeted by the creature and finally he felt a scream wrenched from his throat, hearing it bounce through the forest.
With a lurch, he kicked out with one leg, managing to snap the feline's chin back. The furious snarl he received in reply made his blood run cold and he cringed, throwing a weak arm up to protect his face. Blessedly, when his energy ran out and his hand fell limply into his lap, the leopard had departed from the struggling prey.
Chest heaving, trembling from head to toe as blood poured from his limbs, Abel lost all strength in the arm propping him up and collapsed onto his back. Crying out in stunned pain, he arched his sp
At Least A Line Of Poetry - 1'Even a brick want to be something.'~Louis KahnAt Least A Line Of Poetry - 12 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"The dog was crawling on the wall."
I could not picture this line well. I can now if I try at least twelve hours later. I made a spelling error when I began that made me wonder. Is it "his" ['the' to 'he'] wall.
"There is a white plane - very white and no border. And there is a small puppy dog on the plane. It's not that the puppy is scaling the wall. The plane is tilted vertical and the puppy is literally crawling, either way."
Here I wondered at using a different logical idiom ['that' to 'as if']. Perhaps better but this violates one of the writing principles I had developed for the piece. Actually it violates an imaginative principles.
That words take time to choose too precisely is a given. However that extra time is often in violation with the imaginative goal to tell a rather descent story in picture. It goes both ways as we may see.
Sometimes there will be the temptation to revise the very imagery before committing to a description
BeginningsSomewhere, in the far flung corners of dark space, was an unremarkable system of rocky worlds, orbiting a binary system of brown dwarfs. In the billions of billions of years since past, the universe around them had been born, flourished, grown old and cold, and to all other observers, had died. Different races and different peoples across the galaxies had long since emerged from the cradles of their homes, and sought knowledge in the stars beyond their own. Untold wonders of science and art had been created and fallen to ruin and disrepair. Unspeakable wars and atrocities that had reduced entire systems to nothing but stardust had been long since forgotten by anyone capable of recall. Stars had been born, died in giant supernovae, born again only to finally becalm and blacken for the last. No light shone in the universe, beyond the dull glow of the remnants of worlds once flush with life, now no brighter than the last candles burning in vigil.Beginnings2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Then, one day, something extraordinary hap
Slums of HedonismCold. Dingy. Smelly. Here's to another day in the slums. Place was musty, old, and filled the omnipresent anguished cries and woes of the homeless and down-to-earth poor.Slums of Hedonism2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Felix was here for two days, still not getting used to his new penal lifestyle. The once con-artist turned prisoner always lived a life of luxury -- deriving from plundering other people’s hard-earned money. But living in this shaggy town was almost as nerve-racking as someone experiencing culture shock.
Needing to clear his head, the redhaired man exited his tenant; and just as he was about to lock the door, a dark-skinned woman stopped him.
“And where do you think you're going?”
He answered irritably, “Um? Out?”
“If I were you, I would unlock that door right now and shut yourself in like the rest of us.”
Felix rolled his eyes in irritation. “Why?”
“I see that you're new here so I'll show you.” The woman grabbed the man's arm and walked him to a nearby