everything I write is super short The creature watched as the meteor fell.everything I write is super short13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Why does it have to be in my backyard, they thought. What a waste.
Sure, what a waste. Although they didn't really want to be outside anymore, the animal stayed sitting in that nice green chair. Thirty minutes later, they went back inside and had lunch, lunch which was surprisingly good.
And Every Tear Falls Into SilenceI shed my first tear for the wounded, they whose pain outweighs their joy. They are blinded by their sorrows (spiderwebs fold over their eyes, cutting) and shackled by their fears. In darkness, alone, they rage against the world. In darkness, alone, they rage against themselves – screaming, fighting, tearing long red rifts through the flesh. They will never cease to bleed. I weep for them, my wounded children, so that they need not weep themselves.And Every Tear Falls Into Silence1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I shed my second tear for the empty, they who are hollow and lost. In their eyes is nothing but death and whispers and void, and their limbs hang as though on puppet strings – cut. My soft footfalls among them echo through their vaulted veins. I weep for them, my empty children, because they cannot weep themselves.
I shed my third tear for the brave, they who wear their faces as masks. They march with the strength of statues, and turn their faces upwards to meet the world. Their voices, their bearing, their smiles: these t
Where Is My Prince?The questions had gotten to Asmens. They hurt more than anyone would be able to guess. It cut through her like knives. No--she'd much prefer that.Where Is My Prince?8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She sat down in a corner by herself, pulling her knees up to her chest, squeezing her eyes shut to hopefully keep herself from crying.
She was the precious, caring, sweet, and just downright perfect girl she had lost so many sweeps ago. Her life had been cut short too quickly, just because of her blood. Light yellow and considered a mutation. It wasn't fair in the very least, and it made her want to die. Asmens had found her dead on the day she was going to confess her love, no less. Now just thinking about it was so painful that she wished it was her who had been killed instead. Or, perhaps better, wished they had been killed together... The pain almost made her take her own life, but knowing Amarra, she would hate if Asmens killed herself because of her inability to keep her own self alive.
Keeping tears back was too difficu
...Sometimes I have eyelids and a voice reminiscent of my sister's....20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And sometimes the blankets move, even as they are caught in my stare.
I'd like to escape, too, when the same stare traps my reflection and plucks it apart...
Sometimes I tell it to stop.
Sometimes I feed the misery, and it ends up swallowing me.
Stranger.Stranger.Stranger.21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
04.HE JUST HAD A DESIRE for her lips to part, to hear her let out a04.7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
sultry sigh that carried a hint of his name curled at the end.
How could it be, that after every round of whiskey, he was still
chasing images of her down with the bottom of the glass? Jealousy
was a bitter bile to swallow at the sight of the woman he’d yearned
over for years, and even centuries prior as if his spirit was a weary
traveler bounding after a star-crossed lover, as she leaned forward
casually on her arms to ensure her breasts popped to any man that
waltzed in that seemed like they had a lined wallet. Fumbling to slam
down a crumpled bill from his pocket onto the oaken bar counter, he
was already bolting to the door for a steady retreat as the object of
his affection sunk her claws into yet another victim. Struggling to
contain his sobs, the man rubbed his eyes viciously as the frigid
winter air hitched in his throat. “T-This fuckin’ sucks…” he mumbled
weakly to himself, s
The Last MinuteIn the heat of the momentThe Last Minute10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When your dignity is on the line,
You forget your friends in a matter of seconds
In the face of your enemies.
But what if that enemy was your friend? The friend that took you to the moon and back to solid ground, holding your attention up like cables on a bridge? I tell myself not to forget the moments, golden like daisy petals and fun like flash mobbing. But standing here, eyes narrow and nostrils flaring, I let my memory of my friend drain into the mold of my new enemy. Here is where I listen to the insults, the constant day in and day out drabbles of being held back or left behind. This spot in the grass next to an old cinderblock and raggedly bench—this is where my friendship ends. I’m sure of it.
I just didn’t think it would end so soon.
In summary...You are about to embark on a journey. A grand adventure, filled with sweet triumphs and bitter defeats, no matter what the outcome is. The reward of victory is great, but so is the price of failure. You will make many good friends along this path.In summary...14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Many of them will die.
ArminxBespectecled! ReaderHis ocean blue eyes stared at the girl, in un-withheld curiosity and admiration, from across the room. Her (E/C) shone bright and passionate like candles in the dead of night behind her large glasses, her (h/l) (h/c) swayed slightly as she sat down on the worn library couch, a heavy stack of books in her small and petite hand's. He couldn't help but find himself entranced by the way she gracefully set the dusty, leather bound books onto the oak wood table in front of her as if she's practiced it over and over. Her finger's, long and slender, nimbly maneuvered the books into neat piles before she chose one carefully to examine, a look of concentration gracing her face. She was beautiful. Armin honestly had no clue why so many people picked on her for having glasses.ArminxBespectecled! Reader15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The glasses only helped to add childish innocence to her features, highlighting her larg (e/c) eyes and making them pop and stand out as a large contrast with her (h/l) (h/c) locks. Her eyes where just gorgeous.
A Letter To Rick - Castle - Chapter 2As he sits in his chair at her desk at the precinct he can’t help but think back to the great times they had. He stared at her empty chair. How much she hated him in the beginning, or at least, that’s what she told him. He always believed she lied to him. He goes back to the day she was shot at the cemetery. He told her he loved her. After waking up in the hospital, she convinced herself she didn’t hear anything what Castle said that day. ’I don’t remember.’ A year had gone by where he finally took the plunge and confronted her. “You’ve known. You’ve known for about a year now.”A Letter To Rick - Castle - Chapter 217 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And then, there is that day she almost died. Almost thrown off of a rooftop and all she could think of was him. She came to his house that night, telling him just that. That she only wanted him. It was hard for her. Before coming to his house she sad on a swing set, lost in thoughts. That was the beginning of many more incredible moments. He proposed,
AkrobatkaWszystkie światła zgasły. Nieprzenikniona ciemność pochłonęła trybuny, po których rozległ się pełen zaskoczenia i napięcia szmer…Akrobatka18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Stojąca na wysokim rusztowaniu akrobatka zacisnęła wąskie usta ze zdenerwowania. Spojrzała niepewnie w miejsce, gdzie powinien siedzieć jej partner. Wzięła głęboki oddech i owinęła się w poły jedwabnych wstęg opadających aż do ziemi.
Młody mężczyzna siedzący na uboczu areny przejechał opuszkami palców po strunach gitary, przelotnie spoglądając w miejsce gdzie znajdowała się kobieta. Pierwsze, nieco chaotyczne nuty rozeszły się powolnie po scenie i uciszyły zaciekawioną publiczność.
Reflektor włączył się z cichym pyknięciem a porażająco biały strumień światła skierowan
TvoA: Kineta River Patrol- The OmenTvoA: Kineta River Patrol- The Omen19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Cold winds buffet Artemis Valley, and snow still settles upon Tribe Kineta. Small prey is scarce, safely hidden underneath the earth until Spring arrives, and the deer are steadily beginning to disappear. The rivers are beginning to defrost, although the snow has been heavier this year.
Current: Though the skies are clearer, the snow has still yet to disappear, but with its melting it will bring further problems.. The sun offers little warmth. The winds are low today on occasions, often picking speed up during the evening.
Navaia: "That's odd."
Those were the only two words that came to Navaia's mouth as she skirted along the Kiné River, eyes watching the flow of water. The previous day the river had been filled with slush, making it difficult for anything to see the bottom, and now... strangely she could see to the s
...There are places far beyond our minds where only flakes of happiness dare thread. Should we find them, they will bury us....20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It won't matter.
Spring will always come again.
surfin' in dirty watersurfin' in dirty water21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jess comes out of the surf with only two needles stuck in his leg. It’s a good ride.
With the Earth polluted and abandoned, only the thrill seekers remain.
People like Jess, who surf what remains of the tide in an ocean filled with detritus.
He could leave Earth anytime. Find some other colony world to live on.
But he won’t.
No other world has waves like this.
Day 19 - From HerDear Lexy,Day 19 - From Her21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I wanted to write to let you know how very sorry I am that things ended the way they did. We deserved better. You deserved better. I wanted to tell you that it was not your fault. That it was nothing to do with you. We both knew the path I was on. We didn’t know that you and I would part so soon and so suddenly, but we knew what the happy ending would be. I hope you understand why I chose to sever all ties. It’s the only way I could save my future. The life I’ve built so carefully. I could not risk it. I know that is what you would tell me to do. To save my happy ending. You always cared so much about my future.
Thank you so much for the time we had. It was wonderful helping each other grow. Thank you for slaying my demons, for giving me closure. For showing me that She doesn’t exist anymore. That is so precious. I appreciate that your last message was brief and short in order to protect me. I will try to remember how to keep my spine strait.
AA CAE: Rainbow Trouts“Our fur is waterproof and we have protruding claws that sprout crab-like from our backs. The fins on the ends of our tails and ears can also come across as some kinda freaky too. It is quite obvious that we have Nephidae in our blood. But more hairy. We’re like…hairy crab monsters, hahaha.”AA CAE: Rainbow Trouts17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Shut up, John. We’re also half Bemy is what he’s saying. We have fur in all the normal places a Bemy would as well as on the legs of our claws. We’re not sure who our parents were or where they came from—they made a point to keep that confidential when they dumped us prior to our full birth. Me and my brother John are lab born.”
“Yeah. Normally once it’s known that the parents are no longer interested in their six embryos, the peeps in charge of the lab usually terminate the procedure early on. Well, obviously our parents were indecisive asshats. Ok. Smart indecisive asshats since I think they didn’t like the idea of ki