peaceful at last,chapter 7The next morning exlo awoke to the sun in his face and a cold breeze blowing over him. He opened his eyes to find that kieroff was hanging onto a strut of wood on the roof. It had splinters hanging from every Centimetre of the plank and every time kieroff moved a toe or a foot, another would pierce his skin. Exlo got up and walked downstairs and sat down. He started to count down from three and at one he heard a large crash from upstairs and a moan from kieroff.peaceful at last,chapter 712 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“God, why are there so many splinters in those struts, I swear if I hurt myself I am gonna light them on fire”, said kieroff walking down the stairs.
“Wouldn’t that be a shame”, exlo muttered under his breath. “Manna was going nuts at me yesterday; he wants you to come with us to live in a temple……..you were so……don’t go rambling on at me, manna, manna, MANNA”, yelled exlo.
Kieroff started to laugh and he fell over from it. “So you expect me to go
Chapter 2: PAGE 6In his haste to sit down he almost did not notice how far he actually sunk into bed as he sat down. He had never slept on anything better then thin leather blanket spread on top of a stone bed. Even that was already a luxury only bestowed upon those who reached the elite year of the Institute. It almost felt comfortable, though Dailon wondered what kind of filling they used that he would sink in that far. Now was not the time to check it though, so he kept massaging his head as the wooden panel slid upwards.Chapter 2: PAGE 617 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
`Ah so it was a door after all.` Dailon thought to himself, watching the door entrance closely through a tiny slit in his eyelids, that was too small to notice in the dark room. He would never have found out that it was a door that opens upward. Somehow it goes so completely against taught nature, or perhaps even simple instinct, that he would never have figured that out.
“Ah I see you are awake young Dailon.” The man said as he slowly walked into the room. “When
The HuntedYou have spread over this land like a disease, devouring everything. You have slaughtered my kindred, my prey, griffin and unicorn and made them myth. I take your cattle for sustenance only, for you have robbed me of the thrill of the hunt. And now you call me monster and point your spears and arrows to the sky a turn your greedy eyes upon my golden nest. I am dragon and I am the hunted now.The Hunted15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hell's AngelShadows crossed her face as he stepped in front of the light of the moon before her. The moonlight cascaded around him, making him look like Hell’s Angel. His crystal ice blue eyes gazed into her hazel ones. She reached her hand toward him, spreading her hand on his chest to the left over his heart. His chest rose and fell with each breath he took, sending chills down her spine.Hell's Angel2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her heart beat against her ribs, threatening to break out of her chest. She could almost fall into his eyes and wrap herself in his warm gaze. Intertwining his slender fingers into her dainty hand on his chest, he smiled and pulled her close.
Brushing his lips against her ear, he whispers. “My soul yearns for you” Trailing his lips down to her neck, his kisses are gentle on her porcelain skin. She falls into his embrace as he hugs her tightly.
Bringing his face inches from hers, he cups her face in his hands. His soft lips meet hers and time slows around them. The world begins to f
WP: Implemented - A Modest Proposal Writing Prompt: Discuss a grocer's day where "A Modest Proposal" was implemented.WP: Implemented - A Modest Proposal19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Cassy sighed as she put down the manuscript. 'An Odd Oversight' it was titled. It told a titillating, yet ultimately ridiculous story. She would need to discuss it with her husband later. To write such ridiculous things when he could be doing the housework, or fixing up the yard.
She wondered when he would come home today. He wasn't much of a catch, that much was obvious. A dreamer he'd been in college. So creative, so wonderful. He had wanted to craft grand masterpieces. Alas here he was, doing shift work at the local Meet-the-Meat. Loading the bloody bodies in the frozen section.
Surely he had thought up the story sometime in the afternoon. Morning was hectic. That's when the mothers arrived. Anytime between 9 to 11. There were always enough volunteers every day. These happy ladies would bring in their burdens and get them exchanged for a starting sum of $800. The most exquisite children howeve
The Red QueenI'm a tyrant of all tyrants. Blades dwell hidden within my chamber. Those dark corners stained with the blood of my unforgiving past, and my carpet stained with the blood of my unpredictable future. I've created my own form of thought, my own way of life.The Red Queen22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I murder in my own design. The beheading of those who defy me, and the ones who know no better. If I was not queen or some other part of me was put before myself. I would surely be sentenced to death.
I'm only a child now, with dreams bigger than me. But the blades are still hidden, the corners are still stained, and the carpet will be to. The innocent still bleed, but the innocent is me.
I'm a tyrant of all tyrants, but only to myself.
Remember me!? I have been into pokemon since I was 11, even though my brother got into it first... I conquered almost all of my pokemon games, but the one that I never restarted was my pokemon heartgold version.Remember me!?1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My team was precious to me, but I don’t remember my full team, but the one that was the best of my team was my Manaphy level 100 it knew: surf, waterfall. hyperbeam, and energy ball. There was something about Manaphy that made my day bright, even though it was just a bunch of pixels and data, as well as an inanimate object…Manaphy felt like a close friend...I know it sounds weird but Manaphy was with me wherever I go.
Until one day…
I woke up one morning feeling eager to battle Red the pokemon master of the kanto region. I could not find my heartgold! I asked my parents, and searched the house...no luck.
I sobbed a little, then...three years later, I got
Stranger“We don’t often see travelers ‘round these parts, you see. It’s not personal when we say that you should move along, stranger.”Stranger6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The sheriff and his deputy stood in the road, blocking his path. Over their shoulders he could see timid residents taking furtive peeks out of their dusty homes at what their law enforcers were doing. A light breeze eased some heat from their bodies and lazily pushed some tumbleweed. Apart from this unimportant movement, the small desert town maintained an unsettling calm sustained by unnervingly few movements.
Sun glinted in the stranger’s eye from the sheriff’s dirty badge and as he shifted his belt, a small leather and metallic clink emanated from his belt and holstered pistol. As the sheriff noticed him eyeing his six-shooter, he rested a hand on it menacingly. The stranger noticed this pointed gesture and smiled at the two, dirt and sand gritting in his yellow teeth. With incredible speed he thrust his hand down t
2Thème musical : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWTLUmUjo8A211 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
J’ai douze ans. Tout le monde est couché. La ville s’est, cette nuit là, éprise d’un grand silence. Les murailles craquent doucement. Le puits clapote. Accoudé à la fenêtre, je regarde la place vide.
Comme s’il en pleuvait. Les éclats d’une armée de miroirs, brisés en plein vole au dessus de la ville. Éclatent et rebondissent, de plus en plus petit… comme une nuée abattue qui vient marteler les carreaux.. Le chant du signe qui décroit en de graves octaves. Enfumée, gazée. Le brouillard s’échappe de sous les pavés à mesure que les reflets de brisure s’y évanouissent, transformant les maisons de la place en une carte des astres. Derniers élans et sauts. La magie
Retour au foyerThème musical : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbPRGDwlfqsRetour au foyer11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Quand tu as le vent dans les cheveux, peux importe d'avoir des graviers dans les bottes.
Soleil rouge, herbe grise, je campe mes semelles dans le sol froid. Sur le haut de ma colline, toujours la même rengaine. Toujours le même rictus. « J'arrive, ma jolie. ». Rien dans les poches, j'ai les gants blancs qui me démangent. Jambes écartées, le bassin en avant. Faites tourner ! J'aime que les choses soient claires... Allez ! Un chapeau... haut ! J'y ai mis les formes. Pour toi. Fallait pas pousser papy dans les soucis. J'ai les gants blancs qui me démangent...! Les bras ballants ? Viens donc honorer le contrat avec l'enfer... plus de pentacle pour me retenir ! Fallait pas pousser papy dans les ennuis. « J'arrive, ma jolie ! ». Sur le haut de ma colline... tu m'attires à n