How Can Six Words Be Enough?Haunted by eternity, he chases immortality.How Can Six Words Be Enough?1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
ConnectionsI rifle through the vinyls, letting my touch linger on each one before moving on. They all feel cold and lifeless, inhuman and unfeeling. I can sense a faint call in the base of my brain, a plea for companionship. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes, trying to pinpoint where it's coming from. My hand hovers over the bin to my right before I reach in, my movements cautious. My fingers glide against a cover, and this one feels different than the others. I pull it out, sliding the case off and turning the record in my hands. It's old, and I can see the lines where its previous owner placed the needle. Some parts are denser than others where the song was played hundreds of times.Connections2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The cashier looks at me strangely when I bring it to the front, no doubt wondering why I didn't get any of the vintage, mint condition, collectible records. She asks whether I want a bag and I decline, opting to carry the vinyl close to my heart as I walk home. The sky above is grey, and I can smell an oncoming
Just Desserts#100408Just Desserts3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Meal: Six (6) Maine red lobster tails
One (1) bowl of black caviar
One (1) glass of Chardonnay
One (1) scoop of vanilla bean ice cream, topped with dark chocolate ganache and a Maraschino cherry.
Comments: Garbage. I always knew rich people were full of shit.
Meal: One (1) pepperoni pizza from Little Caesar’s.
One (1) waffle cone, chocolate
Meal: One (1) bottle of Clear American, Fuji Apple flavor
Two (2) Payday candy bars.
Meal: Two (2) fried chicken legs
One (1) bowl of mashed potatoes, brown gravy
One (1) bowl of creamed corn
One (1) glass of milk
One (1) slice of peach pie
Comments: Just like Mom used to make.
Meal: One (1) bowl of tomato soup
One (1) grilled cheese
One (1) serving of spaghetti squash
One (1) Jello vanilla pudding
Meal: One (1) bowl of spaghetti
Two (2) Olive Garden breadsticks
One (1) bag of buttered popcorn, dusted with
your smile used to be bright. | kaneki kenyour smile used to be bright. | kaneki ken1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Why̴ ͢įs ̡t͠h̵e ͠wo̴r͘ld͡ ̨so̢ ̨c͞r͞uel?
"Are you worried about him?" He — Banjou, if you remember his name correctly — asks as he rests a hand on your right shoulder. You decide not to respond to him and continued to stay silent. Of course, you were worried about him. You were just about worried as everyone here in the cafe. "There's no need to be worried, though. Kaneki is a strong guy. I'm sure he'll make it. We'll save him, too. I promise." He says, trying his best to reassure you with a smile.
"Is it a promise you can keep?" You questioned, your voice mellow. "Promises are meant to be broken, you know."
"I don't break my promises." He says.
"Okay." You're not sure if you trusted him or not — because once you give someone your utmost trust, they'll betray you and throw you away. You'll be forgotten, and you'll be all alone again. Giving your trust to someone else is difficult and pa
Hetalia x reader PrologueHetalia x reader Prologue4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The schoolbell rang throught the hallways of your school and all the doors flew open. That means one thing: A schoolday was finally over. As the doors opened everyone walked outside. Some were running happily and some were taking it slowly, including you. You walked out with your schoolbag around your shoulder and sighed in relief. You were glad that it was finally, because for you it was really boring and you couldn't wait to read some Hetalia fanfiction on your laptop. You waved your best friend goodbye with a smile and walked away with a tired smile.
You walked inside with tired (e/c) eyes and a frown on your face. You leaned against the door, looked down at the floor and sighed. You never felt so tired after school.
"Are you okay, honey?" A voice said. You looked up and saw your mom in front of you with worried (e/c) eyes. She walked over to you and put a hand on your forehead. "Hmm. No fever. But you really don't look good." she said
America X Reader Emergency First Aid KitAmerica X Reader Emergency First Aid KitAmerica X Reader Emergency First Aid Kit20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Alright, let’s get the emergency travel kit ready”
“Do we really need it?”
“Yes we do, now let’s go through the check list”
“Fine, I’m ready”
“Alright, band aids?”
“Do we really need that?”
“Yes, now do we have it?”
“…Alfred, why are condoms on the list?”
“Cause we’ll need ‘em”
“No we won’t”
“If not then what are we supposed to do?”
“Sight see, maybe visit a few historical places”
“But I want to have sex”
“No condoms, No sex”
“What was that!?”
breathing the deepPapa isn't coming home again tonight.breathing the deep3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He said to me over the telephone that the road is too long, and that it takes too much time for him to get from his office to mommy's place.
Last week he'd said that the streets are too dark, and that there are some things that even grown-ups are scared of.
The week before that, he'd promised me and said that he was coming, yes, definitely, but then he never showed up at all.
But maybe next week he'll come.
Yes, next week.
Julia, you really should be going to sleep.
I know, mommy. I think I'll wait by the window for a little longer.
Just in case.
Manhood 101: How to Cope"We... lost dad-"Manhood 101: How to Cope5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Behind the couch!!??"
Hetalia x reader part 1Hetalia x reader part 11 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You don't know how long you both looked at each other, but it felt like forever for you. His eyes later softened and he smiled. He suddenly walked towards the bed and your heart started to beat faster as he came. You also started to blush as he stopped in front of you.
"It's good that you're awake, aru." he said as his smile widened. Your blush increased and you really want to hug him, but you couldn't because your head still hurts and you didn't want to surprise him.
"Who are you? What are you going to do with me?" you asked timidly. You knew who he was, but you didn't want him to know that you already know him from Hetalia and from your dreams. He frowned at you as he saw your fear in your (e/c) eyes.
"It's okay. Me and my friends don't want to hurt you, aru" he said softly. You knew that he and the others don't want to hurt you, but you thougt that they were the ones that kidnapped you. Your fear decreased a little and you nodded in under
Dim moralsThe echo of her heels that haunted the stair case heightened her despair. What a difference from the beginning of the evening, when she had walked proudly out the door. The sobs which she could no longer hold back sounded higher pitched than usual in the lonely corridor, but she didn't care who might have heard them this time. After slamming the door to her apartment, with shaking hands she locked it, scared as one who thought himself followed. Once in her home she felt safer, however the shame and frustration overwhelmed her shoulders and she let herself slide down to her knees on the floor. She bit her lips, but grimaced with pain, breathing heavily, though her moans were subsiding and the tears were starting to dry. The tears along with the blood from her face.Dim morals3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That afternoon, a tender smile reflected in the mirror of the vanity spot had brought her back to life. With delicate gestures the woman picked up every make up tool in the proper order, applying creams, foundation, illuminat
--join me in neverland, miss. second-stars-to-the-right's and straight-on-til-mornings never looked so beautiful until the first morning that i woke up next to you...--5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
and sobbed uncontrollably because god dammit, love. when is it you became so beautiful?
The DreamThe first you notice is the smell of water, flat and cold upon your senses and the dry shift of sand upon your cheek. All is quiet and the gentle kiss of wind is not enough to stir the grains around you, leaving you in a world where even the sound of your breath is loud on the air. For one interminable heartbeat you lay there on the sand unsure whether your eyes are open or closed for no matter how you try the deepest darkness meets your gaze.The Dream16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It does not last though and the night is fractured by the deepest blue that picks out the horizon, and illuminates the branches of the trees that mark the edge of the river that slowly makes its way past your resting place. A scene that would be desolate if not for the moving shapes that dot the landscape, people. You are not alone here.
This is enough to force you to your feet and the sand shifts through your fingers, the grains run smooth by the endless passing of the river and it captures your attention with rising shock. It is black like ash,
*Exercise*Aerobic class floored me. Dead healthy.*Exercise*1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Write for 25 minutes.There was a stretch of land, filled with the harvest of Mother Nature’s bountiful corn. They shook in the breeze like a child with a tambourine, and the sound whistled over the tops of the stalks like a hot air balloon. The sun was the most brilliant azure on a late afternoon, so beautiful it made even the hardened of veterans realize just how small they were in the wide, wide world.Write for 25 minutes.3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A path ran straight through the field, leading in a pattern that no one ever quite understood. But if you walked for long enough, you would come to a clearing, almost in a perfect square. A small house stood there; white washed rancher, sun burnt just as anything else could and would be in these parched lands. The window frame were cracked, splintered just enough that if you ran your fingers across it, you would come back scathed. The door was wide open, also in that dim white color that seemed to make up the house. You couldn't see inside properly, but it gave off the feel of a very old home, that h
journal excerpts iiFirejournal excerpts ii3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She is fire. Her eyes are searing coals that penetrate my heart and melt my will. Her tongue is a lapping flame that scorches my lips and crisps my skin. She is a skilled arsonist and I am kindle so easily set ablaze at the soft and powerful touch of her hand. Her smoky breath overwhelms my lungs and suffocates me. I am humbly reduced to ash after her wildfire has consumed me and am left with nothing but bare skin and an empty heart.
Even in birth, there is death. Life is a cycle and never contradicts itself or leaves a void. For every new life, there is a death; for everything received, there is something sacrificed.
The day my son was given life, there was death. I died to myself the moment he took his first breath.
It felt appropriate to me (in a morbidly ironic way) that one must walk through the intensive care unit, where souls are often given up, in order to get to the pediatric wing, where life is brought to birth. To pass through the very gates of death
OutboundShe walked down the terminal, her black hood hiding most of her face. She carried nothing with her besides a lime green backpack filled with essentials and a Swiss army knife tucked into her pocket. The air around her smelled of a mix of oriental fast food, smoke, and cleaning solution. The chit chat of people and the dragging of their rolling suitcases all around her filled her ears. She walked with determination and an almost frantic desperation, nearly a run. But she was trying to convince herself that she wasn't running away; walking seemed to affirm that.Outbound4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She followed the signs to the station, descending down two flights of stairs. The subway didn't seem to be here yet, so she moved her way through a crowd of people to sit down on a bench between two other people. She didn't bother to look at them, she was only waiting for her way out.
A few moments later a low, soft voice spoke from her right, but she did not turn to glance at who it belonged to.
"So...where are you h
High School Romance Challenge“Oh. My GOD, look at that new guy!” Alana’s head rose – barely – from her phone and scanned the cafeteria for the “new guy.” Probably just another 7.5/10, like the ones Stacie usually picked out… But then the swish of earth and turquoise caught her eye, and she couldn’t help but widen them, slightly. Alana quickly re-adopted the attitude: eyes bored, tail curled, elbows on the table and eyes on the phone. She fiddled with the settings a moment longer, making it look like she was scanning her tweets, and then set the phone down and looked up, casually following the new guy with her eyes. Her posture said it all – she was interested. The other girls sagged imperceptibly as they saw their leader had set eyes on him… let them pout. It’s not like they had much of a chance anyways… he was a solid 10, and guys like that only went for girls like her.High School Romance Challenge5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The new school was a bit intimidating… Chris wasn’t
seasons of heartbreak-Before heartbreak, in Autumnseasons of heartbreak5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We view the glittering town from our hill, on our bench, by our favourite tree.
Cars chase endlessly on the road below creating the sound of a distant waterfall, we have never been so peaceful. An electricity pole looms over the road assertively like the Eiffel Tower, and behind it, grassy hills cascade into each other forming nature’s patchwork quilt. We huddle under it indulgently.
You point out the many cigarette butts littered below our feet and say they are beautiful, because each one signifies a different person’s memory, another conversation, a moment in the life of someone who has imbibed the same view as us.
It tastes like fresh smoke and sour star and orange glow behind wooden window frame. I want to catch the stars on the tip of my tongue and feel them fizzing like lemon sherbet. I lean into your arms in a red duffle coat with a matching nose.
It sounds like the comfort of parents tinkering with breakfast downstairs.
It smells of lif
White Chrysanthemum"I chopped off his head."White Chrysanthemum1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
rainbows come from shower waterTonight as I stepped into the shower, I could feel hands grab at my naked flesh and wrap me in an embrace so real that I was almost at the point of tears. She was with me, I told myself. She was in the raindrops that cascaded down my back. She was the voice in my ear m, murmuring words of praise and love...rainbows come from shower water1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I settled myself in the middle of the stone basin and began to scrub.
Two small hands cupped my breasts tonight. Nimble fingers worked my hair and each time I traced the skin on my neck, I found warm, supple kisses leaving trails on my skin.
I stepped backwards, my arms spread.
It was like she was pulling me into her, like she was there right behind me and you better not look or she'll disappear... I could hear "I love you"... over and over and over.
The lights went out. The water turned lukewarm.
I could barely see until she turned on her colors and illuminated me with the glow of her skin. Her body thrummed in shades of purple and blue and green.
And she was b
V is for ViolinsWhen the world tore itself to pieces and the powerlines hung like gallows, when the buildings began to crumble and the crops failed a few too many times, the only sound left was the echoes of Beethoven from the abandoned motel out of town. In the decades, centuries, the aftermath, people’s tongues had dried up, become dormant and heavy within their jaws. There was no need for words, pockets of life were far-flung, were unkind to strangers. If they wanted something, a crude form of sign language and clicks were normally sufficient and, in a dying world, frivolous chatter was lost to the winds, a thing of the past.V is for Violins10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Relics were left in place, toppled billboards advertising televisions, wood rotting, acted as shelters to hang cloth over as a makeshift tent when travelling; cars lay hunkered down in the dry wind, tires shredded and seats ripped apart. In some houses, where the initial survivors had not raided, where the bands of rogues had not reached, photo frames still clutched tatt