UntitledRealizing:Untitled1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Lying shouldn't be this easy."
Glamour WorkCollecting tearsGlamour Work5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
like diamonds -
Awaiting the StormShe awaited the storm. She’d been waiting all winter for a good storm. Bring on the thunder, she thought, bring on the lightning. She craved the crash and boom of thunder, the electric streaks of lightning. She’d heard a roll of thunder. Not a crash or boom as she craved, but a rolling across the sky, deep and long, but not shocking or loud. The lightning was just a brief flash of light, no distinct bolt.Awaiting the Storm6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It seemed the storm would disappoint her. It was silent; the moon peeked out of dark clouds, its silver light diluted. She sighed, it seemed she’d have to wait longer for a proper storm. Still, she watched the sky, nose pressed to the glass of her window, her blankets spread around her.
She should be sleeping, she had work to do tomorrow and it was after midnight. But she couldn’t tear her gaze from the ever shifting clouds. It wasn’t raining, and, save for a few gusts, the wind seemed calm. The thunder and lightning must have just been a tease. Mother Na
The Black CatNew York in July can at times be rightly described as a hell hole, the heat so oppressive that your utility bills have to soar or you bake even at night. In the old days, the trade in ice blocks to cool the air was immense, but these days air conditioning has taken that place.The Black Cat4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Even with that, however, some people prefer to sleep with the window open, and on this particular July night Cissy Barker had the window of her apartment open and the air conditioning going full blast. Even with that, however, she slept restlessly, as she kicked the covers off and lay in her grey silk top and shorts.
She mumbled something in her sleep, reflecting the dreams she was having – unaware of the shadow that passed her window, or the rustle of the curtains as they were moved to the side and a figure came in.
The woman wore a black leather jacket zipped up to her neck, tight black leggings and mid-length suede boots. Soft leather gloves covered her hand, and a stocking was pulled
Artyom (1)The crack of metal on wood split the heavy silence of midday as Artyom’s fist pounded the door, protected by a half-inch of brass. He grunted and punched the door again, splintering the wood. He punched one more time, gritting his teeth with the effort, and the door gave way, sliding an inch or two forward and opening a gap wide enough to push his arm into. The first thing the Russian did, however, was pull the combat knife off of his hand, flip the safety off of the G3 he was carrying, and scan the wasteland of a neighborhood behind him. Sharp, blue-grey eyes picked out details from behind the red visor of his pre-war helmet: the dust blowing through the skeletons of houses, the click of the Geiger counter attached to his belt, the massive, limping tracks of some poor bastard, too mutated to even call natural, let alone human, who’d passed though maybe a week ago. Artyom sighed, still alert but at least no longer uneasy. He turned back to the library and pushed his hand inArtyom (1)4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
UntitledONLY IMAGINATION CAN MAKE USUntitled5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Imaginationreality drowned out -Imagination5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
new Worlds unfold
Dragonfly DreamsTiger cub, dozy and playful, adventured to the water's edge, chasing a dragonfly's laughter.Dragonfly Dreams5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But dragonfly danced a little too far, spiralling up and over the blue of the water to the blue of the sky, away through the canopy beyond.
Tiger cub stopped, a little forlorn, and sat at the bank, jostled by the reeds to wait for the dragonfly there.
Because, for all of his stripes, cub couldn't cross the river.
So he sat, and he waited, and he watched the sunlight scatter across his dreams.
And he sat, and he waited, but the water kept on flowing. The sun set. And rose. And set again. And the aching of his stomach matched the aching of his heart.
Whispering river, dancing skies; blurring and grey at the edges. Too tired to stand, too hopeless to mewl, tiger cub curls into a ball and fades away.
Because no-one ever showed him. No-one thought to say. And for all of his need to chase happiness, cub didn't know tigers could swim.
The Boy at the Train TracksThe train station is full of wandering spirits. I know that dozens of ghosts mingle with the crowd for some reason. I don’t see them all, but I can feel them around. I know that those urban legends about people who've committed suicide on the tracks aren't just horror stories, and those cutsie little tales about someone waiting for a lover even after death are anything but a sappy romance plot. Sometimes, I can make out translucent figures weaving through the droning masses. Other times, I can hear a light humming or a mournful cry. I know that it’s a spirit making those sounds; I can tell them apart from the regular crowd noise. I don’t know why I can. I just do.The Boy at the Train Tracks1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Out of all the ghost stories about this ancient station, I have one favorite. It’s about the little boy who plays at the train tracks.
Decades ago when I was still young and active, a boy had been playing tag with his older brother when he jumped from the platform. Their mother was out of sight, and hi
Missing PersonsI live in a world of fear.Missing Persons2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I am not the only one who is afraid; no, every person here fears the night, if not for themselves then for someone they love. Mothers fear for their children, husbands for their wives, children for their sisters and brothers. No one fears for their friends; no one has friends anymore. No one dares.
It wasn’t always this way. I remember days before the fear, before the world was so paralyzed with its own terror that it forgot how to live. I remember walking through a park after sunset just for the pleasure of it. I remember being late for an appointment without anyone beginning to plan my Memorial. I remember life before people began to disappear.
It started slowly, coming on so gradually that it’s hard to say when it became normal for people to vanish on their way to the grocery store, or while walking the dog. Suddenly it was completely ordinary to see houses fall derelict, their owners mysteriously vanished somewhere beyond our reach.
ManipulateThe human mind is so very easily broken and manipulated.Manipulate2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Just a little nudge in the right direction,
and everything can change.
A little threat,
or even the hint of truth hidden within lies.
That’s all it takes.
If we can figure out how a person works,
how they think,
how they react
then all the better.
A stubborn person, for example, may not outwardly show any appearance of change,
but whatever it was that was suggested to them will float around in their head.
It plagues them,
they question whether it is true or not,
and they themselves seek out the truth.
They act on their own.
This too can be manipulated to one’s advantage.
And so then, a person who is a bit weaker minded, is far more malleable.
All that is needed in either situation,
are the right words.
The right trigger words that can change everything.
This is the basis for control.
Physical strength will work,
how the right words change everything.
With them, the fates of thousands can r
TBGS: Birthdaasy SPESHUL Ty wsioke up to presndrt beignf chuckeds at hims. Heds waasd allk likes, “Skai, WTF?” and Skai was liek, “PWESENTS!!! SKLOY!!!” SO TY KICJKEDLES SKAI’S ASSY, AND SAIDLES, “SKAI GTFFO IM NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKED.”TBGS: Birthdaasy SPESHUL2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sos den it was Jasy’s turned.
Jasy walkdelz upply to Tys doooooooor and saaays, “Caik.”
SUDDDEENLLLLY BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!! TY WAS OUTs liek flashes!!! He stabbad Jasy, den went 4 caik. It was yummy in his tummy caik.
No1 caired dat Jasy was ded.
DEN TY AND SKAI MAED LUV
For Wario-GirlQuestion....thingyFor Wario-Girl3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Agent Slate :iconAgentSlate:, Bogdy :iconBogdyalive:, Emzie :iconEmzieTowers:, Jay :iconjreyn1550:, Lunatic :iconmasterderp1:, Richy :iconRichy0409:, Saint :iconSaintTheKing:, Sallie :iconWario-Girl:, Skipy :iconThatCursedTripod:, Uncle Crusty :iconUncle-Crusty:
(Could possibly be more, but don't want a massive list of people at the moment, otherwish it'll be too much for us all.)
Your Tf2sona is invited to a house party with your Team-Mates (including the names listed above) I just want to ask a few questions so I can get your Tf2sona's Personalities and Actions right. It'll also be interesting to see what your Tf2sona would do in particular situations. I really wanted to do this because I wanted to kill this Writer's Block I'm currently having, and have been meaning to type something involving you lot for quite some time now. If you could answer these questions in the shoes of your Tf2sona, that would help me tremendously. If I'm lu
BreakableYou hand me a needleBreakable5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And spools of black thread,
I'm smiling, so I must
Be out of my head.
You say that I'm broken.
If only you knew...
Not all cracking porcelain
Needs your super glue.
I must be mended
And handled with care,
But I am not fragile:
I don't break with wear.
Art Trade (FlesolaMZ) - DSR: A Problem SharedVeda knocked on the door of Julian’s office out of courtesy but went in anyway. She needed to speak to Jac and she was fairly certain this was where she would find her. Sure enough, lying on one of the adjusted gurneys was the young woman, looking worse for wear with a bruised cheekbone and a bandage around her torso. She looked half asleep too, as if she’d only just come around. Her dark hair fell about her pale face, a light sheen on her forehead.Art Trade (FlesolaMZ) - DSR: A Problem Shared1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Is now a bad time to talk?” she asked, gesturing to Jac, but really speaking to the doctor who was standing beside the bed.
“Do I look like I’m in the mood to talk?” Jac croaked, and she sounded as groggy as she looked. Julian tossed Jac a look as if to tell her not to be so rude, but instead of saying anything he turned to Veda with a smile.
“Don’t mind her – the meds haven’t kicked in yet and she’s in a lot of pain.”
Lost MailIt's addressed to me. That's for sure. My name, handwritten on the front. Although I have no idea who the person on the return address is. The weird part is that return address. It's my house.Lost Mail4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The cold chill down my spine makes me glance around to make sure no one is watching as I go about my business.
I take my letter opener, (I'm a sucker for anachronism) and slowly cut the envelope. Inside is a single piece of paper, folded in three. I notice that it's plain lined notebook paper. I unfold the paper, the letter.
A breathe of air on my neck causes me to look again, but I still see no one. Turning back to the letter, I read the words, written by hand, in pencil.
Some fear creeps over me before the words on the paper register. And as they do register, the fear isn't abated.
Three simple words.
I haven't been comfortable since.
"I see you."
A Digimon Tale - Chapter 1"Ah man! The more I think about it, the more it makes me sad. I wish, even for only a day it was real!" -???A Digimon Tale - Chapter 15 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Little did he know what was in store for him later that day.
Vbbbbrt...vbbbbbrt...vbbbbbrt The person picks up the phone to see it was his mom calling.
"Hey Thomas, how's it going? Anything happen lately up there?"
"Hey mom. Not much, beside the random noises people make as they walk in the hallway. You know, like 'Oh Yaa!' haha." -Thomas
"That's stupid, hahaa." -Mom
"I'm almost done with all of my classes for this semester. I think the last day should be May 7th or May 8th? I have an A average in all of my classes except for that criminal law one so far. I only have two tests for that class. I'm not used to that. At the least I've had 4 tests for a class in college. I made a B on the first test after the teacher curved the grade by 3 points. I didn't study good enough for the test and I payed for it I guess. I know I can make an A in the next test though. I BEEELIEVE!
A Price paid in Roman BodiesThe rain had been falling in heavy doses for the past few days. All the warriors of the various tribes grumbled loudly over it constructing great tents to house them and cover them from the pouring rain. The druids were greatly concerned for continuous rain signaled the god's continued displeasure. Construction had taken less than a day with wicker being taken from all the neighboring tribes. Much talk could be overheard through most of northern Gaul about this particular event. Romans, men of the fourteenth legion, taken during that army's annihilation, were to be present. A hope had grown in the hearts of the druids that the lives of these invaders would satiate the bloodlust of the gods. Speaking in their language and invoking their gods, the Romans were much concerned.A Price paid in Roman Bodies1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The various kings, the strong men of the Gallic tribes, had assembled here in the country of the once powerful Nervii to take part in the event. They hoped that by giving their thanks to the gods and bringing