breakups. | romano vargasbreakups. | romano vargas6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hey.. I think we should just.. call it quits." he said, and his voice was dull and monotonous. You shift in your seat uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond. Your boyfriend, your third boyfriend this month was dumping you. He grunts and takes his glass of wine and sips on it. "It's not you, it's me."
'Yeah, right.' you thought out, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.
"No. It's okay," you then responded, getting out of your seat. "I totally understand. In fact, I was actually thinking the same thing. We weren't really having a healthy relationship, and yeah. It's just not working for me," you then take take out your wallet and placed a few dollars on the table. "It was nice meeting you, though."
He nods his head curtly, "You too."
You give him one last smile — this was probably going to be the last time you see him. You might not see him again, unless some kind of coincidence happens and you might bump into him with his next new girlfriend. You highly doubt that w
back then. | antonio fernandez carriedoback then. | antonio fernandez carriedo4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Spaniard let out heavy sigh of distress. Two hours. He's been waiting for his date for two hours. Maybe more, but he doesn't really know — he lost track of time. What he was confident, however, was that he has waited for a long time. Otherwise his ass wouldn't be so sore right now. Antonio picked up his glass of water and sipped it, and then leaning back to his chair.
Maybe he wasn't ready for a relationship yet.
Maybe commitments.. aren't his thing.
A light buzz came off from his phone and sighing once more, he dug into his pocket and unlocked the screen to see a message from his date. The person who he hoped to share his future with — unfortunately not. Then again, was he even ready to be in a serious relationship? Was he even ready to share his story with someone else? He doesn't know anymore.
[Text] 11:39 PM: Hello! I'm so sorry that I couldn't come. I had work to do.
He frowned at the text. Antonio was conflicted whether he should beli
Valley's End RoadDo you ever wish you could un-see something?Valley's End Road2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It lay in pieces on the indigo pavement. Rain had washed away most of the blood, but what was left was brown and purple, and the exposed flesh, that rich interior muscle and ligature, was all pink and silver striation and shining through the varied grays of fur and fabric. A smell like dead fish wafted beneath everything.
My mind tried to reassemble it, like a grotesque jigsaw puzzle. That part of me was not working very well, being over-ridden by surging adrenaline, my thoughts drowned out by the hormonal roar in my ears. What I was looking at, what I wished I could un-see, made no sense. And it made me feel as though there were others, its brethren, its masters, some thing or things lurking behind the curtain of forest lining this isolated road.
I ran it often. Rarely after dark though. But I’d been certain my flashlight and my reflective armbands would see me home safely. I looked around and tried to get my beari
Shallow WaterAs she drowned, her heart mellowed.Shallow Water4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Days As PeopleDescribe each day of the week as if it were a person. Give each one a name, age, job and address.Days As People1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Name: Ace Phellon
Address: In a high rise apartment, furnished in a modern way
Short dabble: Ace read the weather report and looked at his bosses. "You know the people are never going to believe that? This is Michigan and all but even this is insane." He shakes his head as he goes over to the green screen that will have the weather map he needs. "In todays weather we will have light snow, yes folks it is gonna snow in July! Welcome to Michigan!"
Name: Frost Smith
Address: Bedroom at her parents home
Short dabble: Frost looked at her painting and sighed. She was unsure if it looked backward or she was just not understanding her own artist work that day. She sighed and flipped the canvas around seeing it from a different way. She giggled her painting looked completely better flipped this way then it did the other.
The Pyramid [17/100]A young girl trudges through the dust worn sand and clambers over the bricks of white stone, with pieces of its history flaking off. Higher she tries to climb the Great Pyramid but after a while, she can no longer go further and that is when she realizes that she is too high to make the climb back down.The Pyramid [17/100]2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Maybe it’s fear or maybe it’s just reluctance, but that girl sits down and decides instead to admire the view, hoping someone would save her.
Wooden stick clacks on stone and the girl turns to find an old man standing next to her, smiling softly.
“Do you mind if I join you?” the old man asks, tender and gruff.
The girl nods and the old man sits, his bones creaking into eternity.
“Sometimes,” the old man starts, “you just think you can achieve anything but half-way there, you run into problems. Ah, like you, I seem to not be able to continue any higher.”
“It’s too high,” the girl complains.
“Yes. Sometimes its
Maybe it isn'tFriends grew sick of me talking about the twins, how they had snub noses and liked bands with strange names, how they sat whispering all lesson in a language I couldn’t understand.Maybe it isn't5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I watched them, mirror images against identical lockers. They spoke with one mouth, saw with one pair of eyes but I knew they had two hearts and two minds, that one hated me for calling him insecure, liked me for the way I spoke, that the other hardly noticed me leave the room.
We sat near each other often; I heard their secret language, the awkward syllables of bands with strange names scratched amongst hushed heavy words. From the corner of my eye I saw their snub noses scrunch up when the teacher spoke, watched one pair of eyes flit to mine. But their heads remained facing forward, almost perfect mirror images.
I told him he was insecure, he told me he was arrogant.
But he said that he liked poetry, that he liked the way I spoke and that seemed like enough.
Friends grew sick of me talking about the
The Game Player Challenges...Magic shows are not as popular on the television now as they used to be – not unless your name is David Blaine or Dynamo – but at one time they were the stalwarts of midweek television, and escape acts were a firm favourite. Nowadays, you find them on shows like Britain’s Got Talent, or in holiday parks, but on a recent show I saw a husband and wife act called The Carlisles – very good they were too.The Game Player Challenges...1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And I should know – a few weeks previously I had visited them. Mister Carlisle is a successful writer, and my researches had suggested they were worth calling on. Those same researches had shown me, through the power of YouTube, just how good they were as well, so I made sure I went fully equipped.
It was a Sunday afternoon when I let myself into their house, and heard Mum and daughter talking. As I listened, it was clear that the ten year old was trying to persuade her mother she could be part of the act, if she learned her tricks, and
Off to Somewhere My mom seems to think that I have no worries at all. That I am supposed to be complacent. That I am supposed to be content. What more could she give me? She asks me this question everyday.Off to Somewhere2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She asks me what I want to be when I grow up and tells me what to be in the same sentence. I'm not sure what answer to give her. The one she has given herself or the one I want to allow myself to say. Always, I give in. Arguments like these should be avoided.
Instead, I tell her I want to grow up first. I want to grow up fast. She says I would regret saying that because being a kid is so easy. You don't have to make important choices or be responsible for anything. Things are laid out for you. What she doesn't understand is I want the supposed difficulties. Then, I can be responsible for my own happiness. I want to choose my own happiness.
My aunts seem to think that I am taking everything for granted. That I should work harder. That I should ma
IThis battle... It wasn't started by me, and it won't be won by me. My existence will merely be remembered as a name; a name like any other, recorded in a book filled with many other names who have fought just like I have and who have died just like I will. My importance is only a number; my actions are only a victory; my life is only a time that the darkness was kept at bay.I1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My fate has been sealed; my destiny has been decided. My entire existence is meant for one thing and one thing alone: To keep this world in balance and to protect those of light from the creatures of darkness. This is what I was born to do; this is what I am meant to do.
So, what would one such as I do if the balance of this world is thrown into disarray? I would try to correct it, of course, but what if the cause of the chaos is by one creature- not a creature of darkness, but one of light? What if that single creat
wrongedwronged1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Sorry I saw your boobs,” said Bill.
“When?” asked the spirit of his cousin Sandra.
“When we were teenagers. You were changing by the window and I happened to look in. I wasn't trying to peek. Honest.”
“And?” prompted St. Peter.
“And,” said Bill, “I might have told some friends at school that I had pictures. I didn't, but I said I did.”
Bill gave a weak smile as Sandra frowned and slowly faded away.
“Do I really have to do this for every person I wronged?”
“Yup,” said St. Peter. “Get used to being frowned at. Next!”
80. Only Human80. Only Human2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Regrets. He could drown in them and drink the cup. Of café crème spilled on the desk. Losing control. No ties. A knot around the chandelier. Heavy breathing. White light crackling upon him. Pale fingers grasping a stained sleeve. Shaking. He is afraid. Ashamed. Death longing to waltz, awaiting a partner. Would the Grim Reaper love him ? Love.
Gone. Forever. Gone.
She will not return.
Never again will he see her raven hair flowing in the wind. The crow died in a crowd of gravediggers. All his fault. He could not protect... Who is he kidding ? He was the one in need for a shelter. He always was. And because of this, he killed her with his own bare selfish hands.
He is dead to her. Without her. He needs her. Her warm embrace. He is small. Small and cold. Afraid. Her voice. Her touch. Why...Trembling hands. He finds the rope. Swallows. He doesn't want to. Yet... Yet, deep inside, he knows. Tomorrow, he'll be dead. Lifeless eyes blind to the sunlight. Soon... Soon..
Evil WordsWords being sad by someone who has proven to be nothing but a lier. Fallen on deaf ears of others who have seen beyond what they are doing. Words, words spoken to cause ill will. Words spoken to cause others to dislike whomever the person who is angry and lashing out wishes.Evil Words5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Loss of control is what this is." Lilly looked at her friend Rei. "People do not normally behave like this."
"They do when they refuse to see themselves as anything other then innocent." Ira spoke up.
The three were looking at a journal entry from someone the three once called friend. It was not flattering. It was down right vicious and full of lies. None of the girls knew what to do.
"Well," Rei sighs, "she'll just hide behind her usual defense of being mentally ill and people need to accept that she will abuse them because of her mental illness."
"That is not right." Ira shakes her head. "I have family with mental illnesses and they do not behave like spoiled people."
Closing the window the three looked at each
Yellow-BelliedCowardly-colored, he fled at the threat.Yellow-Bellied1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Why?"Why do you hang out with children so much? Doesn't it get annoying?"Why?2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"No, not really"
"Why? Why do you like them so much?"
"What's the reason most people tell you?"
"What's the answer you usually hear when you ask other people that question?"
"That they're small and adorable."
"That's a funny answer... puppies are small and adorable, kittens are small and adorable, even hedgehogs are small and adorable. So why hang out with loud kids when you can hang out with a small and adorable animal?"
"You're not answering my question."
"What do you think innocence is?"
"Innocent people don't know about the bad things in the world."
"Innocent people don't -act- on the bad things of the world. Whether they know about them or not. Children have a sort of forced innocence."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Have you ever seen a young child double-cross someone? Or lie and then not feel a single
So ForgetfulSo Forgetful11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Blinded by love, I often forgot.
I forgot that beneath that smooth voice and gentlemanly façade, there lurked a monster. I forgot that those eyes I admired so much were red for a reason.
I forgot that the man I loved could hardly be called a man at all.
Sometimes, however, I was forced to remember.
The entrance hall was awash with blood. It stained the carpets and every wall. It had even spread to the stairs and splashed across the ceiling. Whomever it belonged to was little more than a pulpy mess on the floor.
Pariah had his back to me.
He was no longer human.
Long black tentacles writhed from his back. Large bat-wings were also stained with blood. Fingers were bent into hooked claws and when he turned to look at me I saw a mouth full of teeth as sharp as razors.
For a moment there was no recognition in his eyes.
It was just the wild, frenzied stare of a hungry demon.
And for a brief, brief moment I had an image in my head. An image of tentacles wrapped around my arms and legs an
19/08/2014"I'm sorry," I hear, slightly muffled but clearly, "I didn't mean to hurt you."19/08/201417 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I held back my emotions, not allowing it to slip into my tone. "You didn't. I have... I just need space. Alone."
"I know you're just saying that to comfort me. You want me to leave. I'm not leaving until you come out here, out of your room." It was followed by a long sigh, a tone of regret and sadness, "I want to see you again. Please. We haven't seen each other for the past few days."
"I told you I need some space to myself." I stressed. He was stubborn. So am I.
"I didn't mean to ignore you. I just got carried away. Please I-"
"Please go away." I said as I slowly caved into my emotions, "I don't want you to see me like this."