Pregunta a los Creepys : Tomo 3Vos de presentador de casos de Familia: bienvenids a Pregunta a los Creepys con sus anfitrionas la Escritora y Yulanis - aperecemos por una puerta y entramos a esena los Vocalois sentados al igual que los Creepys mientras el publico aplaudiendoPregunta a los Creepys : Tomo 35 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Escritora: como estan hermoso publico y watchers!!!!-saluda a todos
Yula: bueno el dia de hoy tenemos barias preguntas Yeah!!! :T Ok me callo Bueno comensemos con las primeras preguntas del Dia -saca su table y empiesa a rebisar los mensagges- :iconpokudrato: nos pregunta 5 pregunatas creo -rebisa otra vez- si son 5 y la primera es nina quieres ser mi amiga porque te gusta el anime y juntas dominaremos el mundo y destruiremos a los anti-otakus XD solo amigas ok -susurra- considera lo otro
Nina: claro seremos amigas y dominaremos juntas el mundo y mataremos a Justin Bieber buajajajajjaaj -risa sicopata y todos la miran haci .-. - ups me pase
Jeff: esa es mi aprendis!!!! -dice mientras le hace pat pat en la cabeza(?- la segunda Yula
UnwantedThe Æsir attack, and before she can blink the sleep from her eyes one has seized her, thrown her over an armored shoulder, and is carrying her away. She writhes and calls out for her mother, all in vain.Unwanted18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They move quickly, even burdened by three struggling children, and before the sun has climbed to its peak she is dropped to her knees before a high throne. Her brothers thrash beside her, hissing and growling, trying to be strong. She shows her strength in a different way, and allows no fear to pass over her expression, though her heart shudders like a bird.
Odin is immense, as tall as Yggdrasil to her young eyes. He stands from his throne and approaches them, calling them the spawn of Loki and Angrboda, his single eye cold as steel. In a flash he seizes Jormungandr and casts him down into the depths of Midgard’s seas. She forces herself not to call after him, and not to shudder when the All-Father casts his terrible gaze upon her next.
Something wars briefly within his feat
FFM 27: Lesson OneThe boys ranged up the hill in procession: Serl first, fast and lightfooted as a shadow, just as quiet. Tark marched with determination, focused on his goal. Harm plodded at the back, his eager interest, and broad-smiling face at odds with his name.FFM 27: Lesson One20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As he neared the summet, Serl halted and waited for the others to catch up. Tark caught up quickly but it was a few minutes before Harm rounded the turn of the path to see his friends resting on a boulder, sharing water.
“What are you waiting for?” he said, and grinned. “Afraid to take on the old man without me?”
“We just thought you’d hate to miss the show,” Tark said and passed the water skin to their slower friend.
Serl said nothing. Soon they felt rested enough, and made their way over the saddle of the hill and down toward the cabin on the other side.
The cabin was tucked
The Forboding Letter Allurna slowly walked into her study and collapsed into her chair, she was dressed in a modest black gown. The smell of the sea clung to her in a passionate embrace. Her tan slender hands slid across her desk as she reached for her diary, a heavy shaking sigh released from her down turned mouth. No crown sat upon her head, and her wedding ring that had never left her finger, now was plopped onto the wooden desk with a dull resounding plink.The Forboding Letter5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The noise might as well have been a gunshot to the Clovie Queen as she flinched at the sound. Her red eyes stared at the gold and ruby ring on her table, then turned her attention to the bare finger on her left hand. She couldn’t believe what she had just done. This was the Second time she had to hold a funeral for her husband, but she knew this time he was not coming back. She was told by witnesses about how he had died.
Her hand reached to the diary
Cave PaintingI looked again and she was gone. "Did she get into that van?" I asked as the pale blue Mercedes disappeared round the curve of the tunnel. I say blue, but it might have been any pale colour, the artificial light down here in the undercut rendered most everything the same hue, even the concrete of the tunnel lining curved overhead into a long tube had the strange turquoise pastel tinge of the fluorescent lighting. "It's OK, we know them" she replied after a moment's thought, or hesitation. "Yes but they were on the other side before" I softly protested, though knowing there was nothing I could do.Cave Painting13 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
However long we had been here, though probably only a few minutes in this sector, it seemed like many hours, stretching into days. Strange to have come this far, to have waited so long to see her off only to miss her actual departure. Perhaps better this way. No second thoughts, no tears. Keep moving forward, as I had always told her and with that in mind I turned to the one who had brought us
SplashdownYou are at your desk in your new job, wearing a suit that catches the eye and draws comment in this open plan office. You make light of the teasing, saying you have to make an extra effort to compensate for all those yesterdays when you arrived late or in a rush, caught out of bounds on a sleepover, unshaven and in your nightclothes, a sweater and jeans and with incidental lipstick stains on your shirt. There is talk at the coffee machine, gossip, glances and looks from people you have not yet even met.Splashdown16 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Trinkets and little ornaments surround the desk, your new work station but you have been here a month now and it is time to make your mark, out with the old and in with the new. You have brought a set of dice in, a present from a wealthy girlfriend, someone a little older than you and insecure at that fact, someone whose generosity demonstrates sincerity but overlooks your helplessness at being unable to reciprocate other than in kind.
The dice are red, inlaid with gold characters and s
As the World Falls Down (FFM Day 26) Sometimes, all you can do is wait for the world to come tumbling down, particularly if that world was made of Jenga blocks.As the World Falls Down (FFM Day 26)4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I twirled my moustache as I caught myself in the mirror. I looked utterly divine in my Cath Kidston blue polka dot dress.
Just as the Jenga tower was leaning, one of the players picked me up in time and placed me in a paper boat.
ToxicThere was a bitter black toxicity that ran through Stormi's veins. A blood line all forgotten except for the hatred. A tarnish that failed to suit the gilded court. The very presence left a mark upon the crown jewel, the lovely Gwenyth.Toxic6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A mark that would only spread and fester. She was purity, holding a rare kind of beauty. He was nothing but ugliness and corruption. He had blood on his hands that could never be scrubbed off. Acts that couldn't be forgotten. ..Even if he acted out of pure instinct, even they proved to be proved.
A monster amongst them- he was hated justly. Justly for he understood, for he did it too.
Still, despite the hatred that enclosed him, there was blight. Blight on Gwenyth's part. She took him, and showed him something he was much unfamiliar with...
Something called kindness...Something that deepened into love. He knew physical lust, but this was completely different. This was something that saved him from the grips of toxicity, if only for a little whil
Beginnings Of A Merman's TaleI look into a pair of sea green eyes. Her hair floats around her as you expect under the water. What gets me as I swim in place is she has a tail. Her tail is blue. Her skin pale typical of a red head. She wears a crown of shells and pearl on her head.Beginnings Of A Merman's Tale7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She motions to me to follow. I swim with her. I realize she is swimming at my speed. I am not swimming at hers. How could I? I do not have a tail to propel me though the water. We come to a sea cave, I follow her inside. She points at a glowing watery spot.
She really did not need to point it out to me. I was drawn to it. I move toward it. I reach out and touch it. The light glow spot surrounds me. I feel very odd. The light disappears and I am left looking at her. The one who brought me here. She tilts her head sideways with a small smile dancing on her lips.
“Look over there now.” I hear a voice in my head. I realize it is hers I am hearing. I turn and looked into the polished area of the cave. I gasp. I watch bubbles escap
The Eye“Ta-da! Water,” I declared.The Eye19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Vampie looked less than impressed.
“What? You said you saw a river outside,” I explained. “If we follow this, it should lead us out of these crazy ruins.”
He stroked his chin and peered into the crevice. The stream seamed to appear from a crack in the rocks above, trickled down the wall, then flowed down a dark passageway.
I folded my arms together and shifted most of my weight onto one foot. “This was your idea.”
“I know,” he finally responded. He looked up at the cracks where the water was coming in. Even if he turned into a bat, my vampire companion would never fit through it. “I’m just concerned this will only take us deeper into these caves.” He pointed to the cracks. “And that is where the river is coming in from.”
“Doesn’t all water lead to the ocean?”
“No. Just water that has an outlet to the ocean. Not all water does.” He smirked a
The Source MaterialI realised last night (this was annotated in October 2010), well yesterday afternoon in quiet contemplation at the beach at Ilha de Tavira in actual fact, that I should re-post the draft dream logs as 'Amizade - The Source Material'. Four or five years on, gathering dust in a virtual drawer they have become guarded possessions and as such they can only restrict any further development of this and other themes. So here they are, in no particular order as is the postmodern way.The Source Material23 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Let's start things with a kiss...
It started with a kiss (Lost and found, a brief preface)
The police are in the house. I have been hiding in a small wardrobe for what seems hours whilst they question Linda, though they have not searched the house and seem satisfied to believe her when she says she is alone. These are local officials, two of the Policía Civil and a single detective, asking about someone they have pulled barely alive from the lake and who has since been airlifted to a hospital,
Misguided Ghosts (FFM Day 24) In the middle of a haunted hotel's dining room, a group of ghosts are hanging a man. The man is screaming, wriggling around like a fish on a hook.Misguided Ghosts (FFM Day 24)7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A distinguished gentleman, also a ghost, stepped forth. "You're probably wondering what we're doing. Let me explain: the only way to communicate with us is to be dead. Those who visit this hotel wish to talk to the dead, thus they want to die.”
The ghosts watched the dying man with eager eyes. His feet stopped moving.
“You came to this place to meet ghosts,” the gentleman said as the blond haired man became a ghost, “and that means you wish to become one.”
(Lost In The) NevergladesYou are at the headland farm, being shown around some of the neglected parts of the house that are to be brought back into use as a visitor centre. The fabric of the building is beyond repair, it is utterly dilapidated with broken wooden window frames that hang forlornly, falling apart at the joints. Ivy penetrates every corner and seam, its aerial roots sunk deep into the whitewashed walls and at its thickest growth it is as broad-leafed as sycamore, quite a pleasing effect on a barn or outbuilding but not in the dining room.(Lost In The) Neverglades39 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A movement catches your eye, something that could be a cockroach or other insect head that disappears in retreat beneath an extravagantly upholstered sofa, which you push back in search of the thing that caught your attention, to find that it was the tip of another creeper. This one is much more animated. Its whiskers twitch in search of an anchor but it retreats from the sudden light that sears the dusty room when you unveil a filthy curtained window.