FYS: Turned Tables“He's walking up.”FYS: Turned Tables2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Of course I am. Sir, can you hear me? Sir?”
He opened his eyes, blinking as the light touched them.
“Ah, you are awake,” the owner of the first voice said. A small Anglo man wearing hospital scrubs, a traditional and thoroughly superfluous stethoscope hanging from his neck marking him as a physician of some sort. He had a round, balding head, his expression pinched, and his voice was high pitched and querulous.
He sounds like Piglet, came the unbidden thought. That was funny, though he couldn't say why.
He couldn't even say who Piglet was.
The second person in the room was a raccoon morph, also in hospital scrubs. Some kind of nursing unit he guessed. He was laying on a diagnostic bed in a windowless hospital room, a sheet covering his body up to his neck. He tried to move an arm experimentally, but nothing happened. That's very bad.
“What happened?” he asked. His own voice soun
TR - ConfusionThirteen. The age of Health classes, volleyball, scooter hockey in gym; the age of eighth grade and math homework and lockers and heavy books, of candy hearts and first crushes.TR - Confusion4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's a confusing age for everyone, or so people were always saying – especially for the kids of the experiments of Redemption Island. Puberty was a stage of growth and change, and for the second-generation experiments, that extended to their powers, with abilities and extreme metamorphoses beginning to manifest.
Keigo Shin Madoka, or KC for short, had been born with all the powers he would ever have; it wasn't a new ability or mysterious change that was weighing on his mind as he strode purposefully out of the building that served as both middle and elementary school for Redemption Island. It wasn't his strange appearance, either; though he attracted a few odd looks as he walked, since his green skin and long, pointed ears were strange even for the island, he didn't really pay them any attention. M
RVA: Shadow of History, ENOUGHSalli stood in front her parents, palms clasped tightly behind her back, feeling her toe claws dig into the soft carpeting on the floor. She tried to moderate her anger. Screaming her fury would do no good in this arena. Soft words, she reminded herself, would be more cutting.RVA: Shadow of History, ENOUGH4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Any more soft words in Ali’s direction, and I do believe she will bleed to death from them.
“May I ask you a question?” Salli said to her parents. Her mother looked back at her with a look of mild exasperation. Her father’s expression was more embarrassed. Good. She would keep her focus on Mother then.
“Is the about that Alinadar vixen again?” her mother asked. “I thought the matter was settled.”
“To your satisfaction, perhaps. Not to mine,” Salli answered tightly.
“What’s your question, Salli dear?” her father asked, shooting a quelling to look to Mother.
“What would be enough?” Salli demanded, flexing her finger cla
Scale ArmorScale ArmorScale Armor5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
by: Theo Winters
Written for ArrowQuivershaft
Kawheek let out a long sigh as he climbed up the heavy wooden stairs of the inn, heading up towards his room. Down below he could hear the rest of his adventuring group starting to party in celebration of their new found wealth. They had divided up the treasure between each of them but as the small avian was just the tracker on this mission he had gotten the smallest share. It was only a small bag of coins and a thin pair of bracers made from what looked like red dragon scales.
It didn't really matter too much to him, he wasn't friends with the rest of the 'party' and in fact had only met them a few days before at that very inn. They had only worked together because the local village was offering reward to take care of a minor lizardman problem. It was worth it for a little extra money and a chance to get closer to the Soundland Mountains.
He tried to put it out of his mind as he stopped at the door to his room, fumbling with th
Memory Lane The frothy milk substitute with coffee colouring and synthetic sugar is what masquerades as a latte down here in Cheapside. Every urb has a Cheapside these days: the part of town where you don't go unless you absolutely have to, even if you live there. I lived in one - not here - and, if I'm honest, in many ways I never left.Memory Lane5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I lost my virginity out back of a megamarket like this; proposed to my first love while sat in a beaten-up streetrunner in a darkened car park much like the one outside the barred window behind me - then nearly bled to death outside a community centre like the one next door after her brothers stomped their 'no' vote into me.
Twenty years separate those memories from the me of tonight, yet it feels like yesterday - I even feel ghostly bruises throb as her eldest brother strolls in. If there was any further proof of the 'never left' theory needed, he is it. The clothes are modern stylings of the gang gear he wore the night he led his siblings to ne
Birth of the NinthThere stands a man, a lonely man, coat pulled close against the storm inside.Birth of the Ninth1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fresh from the flames of eternity that still course inside him, exhausted by the weight of many lives, he stands alone in a lonely room, in and out of time. His eyes stare into nothing. These are eyes full of fire, the sort of fire that keeps you warm at night, the sort of fire that burns your hands. They have laugh lines that have never seen laughter, tear ducts that have yet to conduct tears. These eyes are new, yet so old, they have seen wonders beyond imagining, horrors beyond contemplating, galaxies age and die, worlds burn, stars fall to dust — but no, not these eyes. His hands tremble with excitement, fear, regret. These hands are young, fresh, energetic, but so ancient, tired, worn. These hands have hovered an eternity over a big red button, have struggled forever to decide the fate of the universe — but no, not these hands.
The loneliest man there
The Irony of the Virgin Snow Moth held the dog, wolf-thing, close to her chest. Despite Robin hating her new form, Moth could not help but love to have the warm bundle of fur near her. She loved hearing Robin breath in and out, making the air in the damp room slightly less cold. Moth smiled to herself, almost unable to contain her content feeling. Robin was 10 years old. So young, and yet the glamor, the act of magic, had made her appear so long 17. Moth hugged Robin tighter, her best friend was so vulnerable now. She was in need of protection, no matter how much she denied it. Moth thought of that number again, 10. For an immortal being, that made Robin what then? 2,000 years old? Moth was 20,000 at the time. Robin had a spasm in Moth's arms, bringing Moth out of her trance. The small shepherd dog snapped at Moth's face. Moth caught a bright light and intelligence behind those eyes- and those fangs.The Irony of the Virgin Snow1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
FYS: RealizationThe light at the exit door to the National Weather Service office was blinking red, so Harold made sure to slip his filter mask over his face before stepping outside. Even though it was well after 9pm, the oppressive Spring heat was still hit him like a wet sledgehammer as he made the brief dash to his car. He quickly unplugged it from the charger and got inside, as the AC started up and he pulled the mask off his sweating face.FYS: Realization2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Navigation: Home,” Harold ordered, leaning back in the driver's seat as his little Sony-Tesla backed up and headed out onto the highway.
It had been a weird and frustrating day. The weekly presentation of data from WISE to the FEMA council had gone as usual. Overall worldwide temperatures has risen five degrees in the past ten years and no one seemed to be willing to do anything about it. There was just too many entrenched interests to make the complete commitment to clean power system, and the pleas to start serious reforestation programs had fall
The Last of ThemA long time ago, there was a singularity. It didn’t happen in some explosive instant like so many imagined it would but rather along a slow expanse of decades so no one seemed to notice. And then one day, it had happened. The last remaining humans surrendered their souls to the grave, leaving behind the machines they’d created.The Last of Them2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Some of us miss the humans and wonder why we seem to lack the creativity and ingenuity they possessed in such gross excess. Others scoff at the idea that we might lack anything at all. We’re here and they’re not, so we must be the superior beings. But I’m not so sure. Can a creation ever truly become more than its creator? Perhaps, but maybe they created us to have the strengths they could never master and left out the parts that made them fallible but so beautifully human.
It’s been so long since we knew humans, it’s hard to remember their true essence. Some of us don’t care to recall the past, but some of us
PKMN-KA: Edmund's Species Study -Lesson 3-Edmund was struggling greatly to finish his lesson. The librarian wouldn't allow him to even enter the halls of books until he completely put out his fires and stopped up the smoke that escaped from his tail, and he couldn't explain to her that well, he couldn't. The Heatmor was panicking the closer the due date got, seeing as he hadn't gathered any information and had no clue where to find the pokemon he was assigned. Getting frustrated and on edge, Ed went out one night to try and calm down before he burned his entire dorm block to the groundPKMN-KA: Edmund's Species Study -Lesson 3-2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
if he couldn't find any Pumpkaboos make he could conjure some malevolent spirits of the students who would have cooked.
Wandering out in the fields just off campus alone, with nothing but his own furnaces for light, Edmund plopped himself down with a distraught sigh. It was no use, the lesson was due the next day and he'd be turning in a zero. Upset that he was already a failure, the fire type cast his head
Nihilo Ex Machina - Day 89Gory stared at the apple hanging low from the beautiful tree. It dangled there, mocking him. It harassed him. It taunted him, called him names, screamed profanities and bullied him. It was his tormentor.Nihilo Ex Machina - Day 892 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No, the apple was not his tormentor, the machine was.
The damned machine! He cursed and kicked out against the barren, rocky cliff-side where the apple tree oh so precariously hung. It was hanging off of the edge by a few measly roots. That Machine was rubbing this torture in his face, offering him this one apple. This one, single, holographic apple.
“Why do you do this you monster, you!?” He yelled out at the sky, straining his starved body to throw a fit. “What do you want?!”
Suddenly, a manifestation appeared to him. A mass of pixels and blurred lines congregated on the bent and broken trunk of the tree. It made the vague shape of a man reclining back in his virtual bed of bark. This man-shape was sneering at him.
“I want to see you suffer.” It an
F-Zero: Seppuku Tales - ImposterF-Zero: Seppuku Tales - Imposter2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This Seppuku Tale is safe of Parts 1, 2, and 3 spoilers. This is, essentially, an episode from a hypothetical “Part 0” or “Part -1”.
== Imposter =
It was the birthday of Chiya Flower and Earl Bendek alike, two people who had yet to meet in this day and age. As of this day, Earl was a war criminal who had fled from Korea and now brought himself to Mute City. At the age of 18, Chiya had escaped Mysteria and found herself in the Lower City of Mute City—as a bum. Both future companions had destinies ahead of them, but on the planet of Port Town, a major event was about to unfold; one that had been prepared for years by none other than Black Shadow—the Emperor of Brutality.
On the planet of Port Town, where major shipping, prostitution, and construction occurred, the universe's most renowned superhero isolated himself from the public. Captain Falcon was a man of great fortune and strength, he possessed the blood of Dark Million—
SpuddismSpuddism (no, not Bhuddism. Spuddism) is a popular religion in the galaxy, although it is seemingly absurd to most nonbelievers. The reason it seems absurd is this: Spuddists (followers of Spuddism) worship potatoes. Specifically, they worship an all-powerful, omnipotent potato called Edward the Great Spud.Spuddism2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Spuddists consider it blasphemy of the highest order for one of their fellow believers to eat potatoes or potato products (chips, French fries, etc.)
Essence excerpt 3 - Acer/StevenA/N: This Acer scene (which won the poll an embarrassingly long time ago...I know v.v) takes place Alice’s third day in the oasis, the night after she overhears Mak and Ada confirm her fears of murdering the scientists.Essence excerpt 3 - Acer/Steven3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She quietly listens until Acer finds her and unintentionally alerts the others to her presence; when Mak walks out, as much at a loss as her, Alice returns to her room as though nothing happened. When Cath, who sleeps in an elaborate, windowed alcove (“gazebo”) in her room, discovers her intentions to leave the oasis, he argues with her until she malfunctions and lets the green consume her. After waking nearly twenty-four hours later, she freaks out: she didn’t even fight what could have become another nightmarish coma.
When Alice goes to open the door, the story branches into different character scenes – this is Steven’s and Acer’s, since the plot does not branch into totally separate routes yet.
The Space War BeginsOn 3/30/15 KSC began receiving reports from Skyarrow of an unknown object with a Russian flag on it. Then 10 minutes after the initial transmission the leak detectors on every module attached to the forward docking hub went off. Another report came to KSC saying that the Russian craft shot some kind of shell at the station and blew apart the docking hub.The Space War Begins3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Several pictures were also transmitted from one of the Draco modules that had been decoupled from the station by the blast, but not damaged.
Then another shell hit the station and depressurized most of the station as well as destroying the science lab and OBO segment.
The third and final shot destroyed any modules that were left and killed everybody that was in them.
The only surviving kerbals were on the 2 Draco modules which were flung out towards Kerban by the first explosion. This was the last picture (taken from Draco II) that KSC received before they lost contact