Death followed my father home.Death bought a new pair of shoes from my father. It left and hit a woman right in front of my father’s store. It dragged her thirty feet across the parking lot before speeding off, leaving her to bleed in front of Target. It brought my father out of his shoe store to direct traffic around the body, blood trickling against his shoes. It tapped the shoulder of an employee with CPR training. It got blood all over his clothes and sent him home early for the day when there was nothing he could do.Death followed my father home.5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Death followed my father home. It called my father’s cell phone with an invitation he couldn’t turn down. It put a new playlist in my father’s Pandora shuffle that brought him to tears. It picked out the finest formal wear my father owned and laid it on the bed. It cancelled the plans my father had with his grandson.
Death gave my nephew an empty balloon. My father took it away before he could choke. It wheezed a skeletal laugh and patted the boy on the head.
a youth without flowerswake up, dress in your sunday best - that white church dress with the ribbon collar wound tight like a noose around your neck. don't wince when mamma pulls your hair back into twin tails, even though your scalp feels like it'll split open.a youth without flowers5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
get in the back seat. wonder why your uncle is driving the family car down wheezy roads, but only wonder silently. from the back seat you see his fat old stomach wobble as the ford jostles down a gravel road toward church. apologize to mamma when your head smacks into the window - it's your fault, anyway.
smile like your daddy is the preacher, but don't seem too happy. mamma told you that today is a sad day. this thought rattles around in your tiny head; it doesn't make sense. how can the sky be as blue as a bird's belly on a sad day? there aren't many clouds in the sky.
don't fuss when mamma pulls you away from the kids playing ball underneath the big oak tree. she's only doing that to help you - you wouldn't want those pretty black shoes to get scu
A Character's PerspectiveI was stunned. In the middle of my battle, a wall suddenly appeared. Everything was the same; my enemy and I paired up against each other with our swords clashing and clanging, his men and mine surrounding us, until this. The wall was white with black shapes that made little sense. Placing my hand open the wall, it felt smooth, like paper used by my king; yet so unlike the parchment I wrote my reports on. Looking up, I craned my neck back to try to find an end, yet the strange wall reached high and there seemed to be no end.A Character's Perspective8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hearing gasps behind me, I turned around and saw my enemy's men and my own, together, gaping in awe and fear at the sudden barrier. I, too, was gaping. What was this... this... this thing?! Panicking, I looked to my left and then to right. Stumbling backwards, I nearly fell to the ground in shock and horror. Both ways were blocked, the trees off to the side impaled by this wall of white and black.
Then, amidst the cries and the mutters amongst tho
Generations - Through the Years1956Generations - Through the Years6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“So tell me, do you think I can get away with this on the beach at Nice?”
Helen Forbes looked over at her daughter and said “I don’t know – you don’t think it shows a little too much?”
Katherine smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. “Nah – I don’t think so,” she said with a smile. The sleeveless white blouse was open at the neck, the lapel folded back, and her red shorts had little pockets at the front. Her outfit was completed with a pair of white heeled sandals.
“I still think it’s a little showy,” Helen said as she went back to packing her daughter’s case. Her mother was wearing a blue blouse, the neck open and the lapels pressed back, and a knee length red cotton skirt that buttoned up the front, with white open toed shoes.
“Come on Mum – what did you wear when you were my age?”
“Short dresses, long socks and pigtails,”
Unintimidated"RRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAARRRRR!"Unintimidated1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Here, have a breath mint."
Not a Date, simply an InteractionA lanky, slightly scruffy yet well-dressed man sat in the ornate cast iron chair provided him by the street-side cafe. His icy blue eyes were squinted with the kind of hatred only confidence, or arrogance, can bring a man, and his form is covered with a crimson and black pinstripe suit. This man had shooed away his waiter several times that evening as he gazed at the other tables, absent-mindedly sipping the merlot in his fluted wine glass. He was about to move over to a table where a lone, middle-aged woman sat when his vision was blocked with a feminine form dressed in blue. "I hope you don't mind the company," the stranger said politely, her voice like silk ribbons dancing in the ocean. "But I saw you were alone, and thought you could use the presence of another human." The man sneered, looking over the woman in front of him. She was clothed in an backless, single shoulder indigo-transitioning-to-cobalt dress, and her clear blue eyes were surrounded with smoky make-up of a similar hNot a Date, simply an Interaction2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
.:Selfish:.I’m just a little bit cowardly.:Selfish:.2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A little bit selfish
Holding onto a blind wish
I’m the one who cries while others laugh
Counts the cars that pass
Hands out my trust too fast
I’m the one who chases down falling stars
Dreams too big
Loves too hard
I’m the one who notices everything
Yet nothing at all
The one who would jump off a cliff
Just to see who stops my fall
I’m the one who wishes-
Wishes a lot
That whenever I say “I’m okay”
You would just hug me
And say, “I know you’re not …”
But I’m also the one who laughs
Even when I have no reason to
The one who smiles
Because there’s nothing else to do
The one who spends all her days
Wanting it to be night
And all her nights
Just waiting for morning light
I would wait for hours just to talk to you
Even if you wouldn’t do the same for me
I would complement you daily
Until you finally agree
And that is why my
By the sea shoreThere's a sound like the ocean when you put your ear to a conch shell. Or it's supposed to be the ocean. Lynn's always thought otherwise.By the sea shore3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's the sound of pulling and pushing and sighing and rushing.
Feral, fierce echoes.
There's a bone in your ear that's shaped like a shell. Lynn thinks that's why the conch is so special; it’s a link, a familiarity that grasps as deep as your bones.
She found her conch on a trip to Cedar Key, with Tommy and Lizzie and Helen. They wandered along the sand, skipping in and out of waves, watching the water eat the shore. Lynn liked the way each wave flattened along the beach, grasping greedy at her toes. Tommy and Lizzie whooped war cries at seagulls. Helen chased a hermit crab from the tide line to a tidal pool. Lynn gathered driftwood and seaglass, searching for the perfect natural knicknack. The conch shell was half-buried in seaweed. She washed it, standing calf-deep in the body of the
Commission: veenderEverything was dark. All he saw was darkness. Painbolt was conscious. His sight was hidden by a black blindfold. The young brown haired man tried to move, but his body was bonded in tight ropes and was seated in a wooden chair. Painbolt moved his lips, but what came up were muffled cries and grunts. Where was he? Why was he tied? And more importantly, why was he kidnapped?! Finally, the gag and blindfold were ripped from his face. Painbolt opened and blinked his eyes to see a group of scientists standing in front of him.Commission: veender3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He shouted, “What’s going on?! Who are you people?!” The people didn’t answer, but they moved a bit and a woman walked towards him. Painbolt recognized her. It was his annoying rival The Muse. She was a redhead with a black dress with yellow outlines.
The Muse smiled very mischievously, “Hello, my friend! Guess what?! I have a new experiment I want to show you!”
Painbolt grimaced, “Oh, god! Not one of your s
Wax'n'Wane - PMDu Written AppEXPLORERS GUILD: Team Wax’n’WaneWax'n'Wane - PMDu Written App5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Date Joined: September 28th 2013
Current Funds: 6 St
Species: Meowth *shiny
Characteristic: Often lost in thought
Gender: Male Age: 21
Strength: 2 Agility: 4
Intelligence: 3 Charisma: 1+1
Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Normal -> Charisma
- Default Gloves
---- A pair of brown gloves Prince got once joining the Explorers guild.
- Apricorn Ocarina
---- An ocarina earned during Task #1. Princ
Rokudai Excerpt - D + DA/N: PLEASE consider checking out, supporting, and/or signal boosting my Kickstarter for an original graphic novel I'd like to create!Rokudai Excerpt - D + D1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As I contemplate things that will change from SRU to Rokudai, one fact is that the song-lyric stuff, and probably some of the direct-quote-from-movies stuff will have to go. Some characters will straight up be removed, and others might be fused into one character.
One idea I have in mind is for the group to have a side story going on — think like that space anime the TMNT watch — in the form of them playing through a D&D campaign. The idea is that I’d use the D&D campaign as an extra layer, a side story, where aspects of the main plot are reflected through the story. Another similar idea I have is to work those AU fics — like the recent zombie one — into the story as ficlets Katrina writes in her spare time, and, say, Maya finds on her blog, or so
Cloudy Skiesyour sadness-Cloudy Skies3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Marco - In the NightKichirou was more than a little tired. He let out a groan as he threw himself down onto the bed, his ankles dangling off the end of it even though he was all the way up to the headboard practically. Since the arrival of Ahilians to their world, Kichirou had been knee deep into the kennel and breeding program that his father had established. He had thought he had a good handle on the species and on the demands that they needed from the humans that cared for them. He was quickly learning that he had only been looking at things through half of the picture. He helped his father, yes, but he did not run things and he had never had one residing in his home before. The work was split between his father, himself, and those that his father hired to help care for all of the Ahilians that they owned.Marco - In the Night1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Now Kichirou had two that lived with him and he had not been in the least bit prepared. It wasn't that they were inherently bad or anything of the like. They were just... like having two toddlers in
Onward AgainAs my brothers and I stood upon the hill, exhausted and hopeless as we were our gaze drifted to the heavens where the ashen clouds rolled across the light-speckled blackness of the night sky.Onward Again1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It is there we saw her in all her majesty, seated upon her astral throne garbed in a veil of clouds, the moon shone down upon us with silver radiance.
Awestruck by the sight not a word passed between we four as we found our resolve, shouldering our burdens once more and setting one foot before the other as our journey continued.
Low Orbit"Terraformation?! Those creatures are sentient!!"Low Orbit2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
.Tangled inside bedsheets made of lust and adoration, I climb into your open maw and watch myself be swallowed whole..2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I love you...
I need you...
Devour my naked flesh in it's entirety,
for I am yours,
and you will hear me roar.
Insomnia CafeWelcome, my dear, to Insomnia Cafe.Insomnia Cafe5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Straight-jackets and violins can be found to your left-
Yes, yes, we're coming to that. Now where was I? Ah yes-
Coffee is served over here, laced with arsenic, just how you like it.
Yes, I know how you take your coffee, my dear. Do come along.
To your right is our jukebox lullabies and those voices.
The voices? Oh, they're the whispers you hear at night,
the pulse and scratch.
It's only your imagination, though, yes?
Come, come, my dear; there is much to see.
Ah, you're shivering. Here, over here.
The fire is liable to spreading but the hearth is rather cozy.
Oh, no, don't fret, my dear;
It simply follows the trail of gasoline.
Onward! My dear, don't stare at him. He doesn't like it.
Help yourself to violets and cough sweets.
The street-cats always buy too many, anyway.
And now we have arrived at the main attraction!
I told you we were coming to it.
Now, my love, open wide. No, not you, my dear. You just try to keep still...
~*Would Be Better*~The darkness closes~*Would Be Better*~1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The final leaves flutter and fall
What a perfect way-
Perfect way to end it all
The tale has been told
Starting with a sweet love song-
Followed by the cold
Cold, sheer truth and the one strong-
Strong fall of the heart
Even if you never love
Never play the part-
The part in which a prince comes
Even if the weather shifts
You unleash all your evil tricks
Fate bond to the life that drowns
Would be much better to do
Then to sit here now and say
“I never have loved you”
anythingHold on. No, wait, a little to the left. Smile. Moment captured. We'll hate it later. We love it now. You don't use enough exclamation marks when you talk, birdie. I know. I don't like them. You are too close for breathing. Hold my hand when we are not together. Hold my hand through walls and fallen trees. Let me live in everything you see. Let me jump from every object you glance at. Let my name ring out as a ghost when you see someone with hair like mine. Let the memory of my hands graze your mind when you see someone else's. Let nothing else be enough. And my shadow hovers over everything you are. And my voice still makes you jerk your head. And you are my first experiment, and let the sound of typing make you remember me. May the blurred silhouette against the kitchen window at 10pm when the light is long remind you of me. May you miss where your head fell against my collarbone. Scoop up burned charcoal with bare fingers and cry. Dip your guitar string calluses in the ocean and cryanything1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
MirrorThe man and the angel stood facing each other, separated by the wall of death.Mirror1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The scale lay in a corner of the bathroom, a discreet corner, in the only bathroom. A discreet corner so that all the guests would be unlikely to notice to smudged footmarks as they washed their hands in the only bathroom in the house.
Rose lay asleep in a cradle bed when he came over. He made a little curl on the top of her head with the thin tuft he found there, thinking of how strange it was that such a young thing could have hair like such an old man.
“I thought you weren’t coming today!”
“I just thought I’d stop by. Say hello. I heard you didn’t win the raffle. I brought you a daisy… and “You’ve Got Mail.” Maybe we could watch? It’s my night off.”
“I could use a movie… Rose is such a handful…”
“Then let me stay here for a night or two. I’ll take care of her. You go have fun, stay in that pre
Blood is Thicker [APH Spain/Mexico]Spain took a bottle and poured himself a large glass of wine. After the day he had had, he needed alcohol. Reports had been pouring in from every part of his empire, but the only ones that really mattered to him were the ones regarding Mexico. He had thought that this insanity would end when Hidalgo had been executed. With the man that had corrupted his colony gone, Spain had expected things to change. He had even displayed the heads to make it perfectly clear what happened to anyone who tried to take Mexico away from him.Blood is Thicker [APH Spain/Mexico]1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He took a drink of wine, hoping that it would take immediate effect. He didn't want to think about the letters that spoke of a new rebel army taking shape in the south under the leadership of another priest. This was exactly the opposite of what Spain had wanted. He took another deep drink of wine, trying to dull the thought. It didn't help, so he decided to put it aside and go to sleep.
The room he was in had been Mexico's and the decor still felt like him. The ward