Losing Myself “For the love of god,” my left head said. “Why is it fucking hot?”Losing Myself43 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Summer,” came the furious reply. “A ‘fun’ season.”
“Nothing wrong with summer,” my middle head replied, causing my right arm to flap about madly.
Why don’t we all shut up and agree on something, for once? I demanded, annoyed that the heads were ignoring me again.
“Did you hear something?” my left head asked faintly.
Get out of the sun! I snapped, furious that I felt my skin burning. The heads pretended not to hear me, fanning themselves. For the love of god!
My left head stopped fanning. “How many times is it so fucking hot?”
Don’t say the f-word! I snapped furiously.
“Too fucking often,” my right head replied.
“Maybe we should get out of t
Joseph Canterbury"Luxgwen Academy," the headmaster spoke in front of his audience. "A school that cannot be found by anyone, save for two exceptions: Those who are lost and weary and those who know where it is."Joseph Canterbury47 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The students watched behind him as he spoke, for a spell had been cast that projected images onto the wall behind him, moving pictures of the school's history. He explained the history of the school to the students, from its inception in 1601, to the Luxgwen Massacre in 1609, to what he called the Redbane Incident in 1770, among other incidents and events.
Finally, he came to today, three hundred and fifty-two years since the school's inception.
"Today, we welcome a new student, a Mr. Joseph Canterbury. He is thirteen years old and willing to learn the magic of this school." He turned to a young, teenaged boy beside him and smiled. "Now, you may go and sit with the other students, Mr. Canterbury."
"Y-yes, sir, Mr. Luxgwen..."
Joseph sat down at the large feast table, filled with students. One t
7 Deadly Sins: Pr?de's surgical procedurePride?7 Deadly Sins: Pr?de's surgical procedure1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Remove the 'I'
Nobody Cares for the Man in the Mask - FFM 30th“Listen to me carefully Father...”Nobody Cares for the Man in the Mask - FFM 30th2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“No you listen to me! You cannot do such things in the house of God! It's WRONG, it's unholy!”
He grabbed the priest's collar and slammed him into the nearby wall in the priest's office.
“Oh, I'm sorry for getting rid of that problem for you, you sick minded bastard. I'm sure it would look bad on your record if someone were to, accidentally hear of your little pass-times. Father.”
He let go of him and the priest turned his head slowly to the passed out woman on the chair, bound with ancient curtain cords. He approached her carefully, contemplating the situation as he stared at her inanimate body.
“You should learn to appreciate the things people do for you. Especially at such a kind price as the one I offer you.” The man said, twirling the butterfly knife in his hand skilfully. He was clad in black. Black trousers, black jumper. He wore shin guards, elbow and knee pads under his clothes. Even a Kevlar. I
Distant“Ground Control to Major Tom, take your protein pills and put your helmet on.”Distant3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Thirteen timpani, eight bass drums, and four trampolines;
That’s what a heartbeat sounds like.
I was used to hearing the sound of my own heartbeat; it became a sound I grew quite found of. I suppose that’s why the silence was so nauseating for me.
I was used to more noise, more hints of melodies here, more phrases there, more of just everything, really. The silence, however, was not a dear friend of mine; it grabbed me by my throat, jerked me all around, and wouldn’t stop constricting my airflow. I grabbed at my throat, attempting to rid whatever was harming me, but there was nothing there.
I still couldn’t breathe.
It was the stars humming around me that released the air back into my lungs. I felt weightless, just walking on air; it felt so good to finally be able to breathe again, and breathe again I did. I took great advantage of that opportunity, but not once again wou
The Future of NowCharlie had just said, “You know, we should keep driving. Drive until we hit a canyon or an ocean or a border.”The Future of Now3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Yeah. That would be nice.”
“What’s stopping us? This week has been amazing.”
I looked over at him, watched him watch the highway unfurl in front of the Beetle. “We’re adults with responsibilities, jobs.”
“Jobs we both hate.”
“Everybody hates their jobs, Baby. And yeah, this week has been amazing.”
“I could live there, tucked back in those woods. Get up every morning and go fishing while the sun rises.”
“Even with just an outhouse? Bet that’s cold in winter.” I smiled to myself, at the thought of my city boy using an outdoor toilet when it was 20 degrees and snowing.
“We’d have to put in a bathroom, yes.”
“I could live there, too. But we don’t. And we have a perfectly nice home.”
“I know. I love our home. It just see
Cat JournalDay One: An unsuspecting group of humans has picked me up today; they seem quite happy.Cat Journal3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Day Two: They seem to have these other filthy animals called “dogs”. So far, those beasts have not noticed that I’m not one of them.
Day Nine: The “dogs” still do not suspect anything.
Day Thirteen: One of the “dogs” has ‘unexpectedly’ gone missing. Purfect.
Day Eighteen: All of the “dogs” have gone missing. The humans still do not suspect anything.
Day Nineteen: Some creatures from space have contacted me; soon it shall be time.
Day Twenty: One of the small humans has gained my claw marks all over its arm. It just smiled and laughed. They still do not suspect anything; perfect.
Day Twenty-three: I have left in their bed some murder presents of mice and birds. I received disapproving looks, but nothing more. I am still under the radar. Excellent.
Day Twenty-seven: The creatures from space have told me to hurry up. I tried an ambush to
Accusatory AuthorityCutting words are embossed on my arms tonight. My tongue is a noose so don't let my words slip up or I'll surely hang.Accusatory Authority3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When Stars CryHe hasn’t come to visit me in a long time. I can barely remember the last time I saw his face, his bright eyes watching me with more happiness than giggling babe. I can just see out of my window from my bed: I can see the tops of people’s heads and the roofs of thatched buildings as they move around the town. The sounds of their chatter and footsteps fill my world as I lie alone. It’s cold but my daughter has pulled the covers closer around my neck, keeping me in a warm cocoon. She knows I won’t be here much longer but she keeps smiling as she tucks the cover under my arms.When Stars Cry4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Have you seen your father?” I ask her as she stretches up from my bed. Her thick red hair bounces lightly on her shoulders but at my words her green eyes, just like her father’s, grow dark.
“No,” she says turning away from me, “I haven’t seen him in a long time.”
I feel my heart sink at her words. I missed him. I missed the stubborn way he frow
E: Flash July 14: Izune [Kina] "Do you even hear yourself?!"E: Flash July 14: Izune [Kina]4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Oh no! You don't get to turn this on me! You brought this on yourself!"
Izune put his headphones in and clicked play to block out the arguing couple. He'd climbed up to the roof of their apartment building an hour ago and was currently laying on his back, looking up at the sky. He still hasn't done what he'd come up here to do
Dimly he was aware of the shouting from the couple. They'd been like this for a month or two. For a while it'd looked like they'd never be apart. Then things went to hell for a week and they'd started screaming at each other, but they both refused to give up. He was reminded of Raishi and Kina. Prior to the hunts things had been tense here and there between them.
He... Well to be honest he tried to stay out of it. He'd given that responsibility to you Raishi. It was your life and you had to handle it. He wasn't going to do that
Flight and VengeanceIt began as an argument. A cruel argument, but – at first – just words. “I think you'd do it.” “So what if I did?”Flight and Vengeance5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It turned into a beating. They slammed Jeremy's head against the wall, kicked him, called him whore and demonspawn: the latter of which was as good as a death sentence in that part of town. Half an hour ago he'd been an ordinary kid (though not ordinary enough according to them, of course) – now he was a fugitive. There was no sense in hoping that the angels wouldn't hear.
He uncurled and peeled himself up from the bloodstained dirt, and tottered off towards buildings and alleys and anyplace else he could find that wasn't open to the sky. There was no sense in going home now, either. He texted his dad: Im demonspawn now, pls run, stay safe. Then he turned his phone off and ditched it, because he couldn't afford the risk of being tracked.
There was no place safe to go.
But he knew what he wa
Swing Life AwayI sit on the edge of a street corner as the rain pours down from the dark clouds looming over us. Many people pass all around me carrying umbrellas. Their voices are muffled by the rain. I spot one couple in particular. No matter how many times the light changes saying that it’s okay to cross, they still just stand there, talking, I guess. I look down at a puddle in front of me; the raindrops leave ripples in the puddle, and although they look like circles, they remind me of words and stories.Swing Life Away9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I had a story once; perhaps you do too. That’s why I sit on the street corner – to collect stories. Maybe you know what it’s like; to have your life thrown away because of one little thing – for me, it was a girl. She was my candlelight until she consumed the pages of my story; all that was left was the charred remains and the ashes of my pages.
The couple at the crosswalk still stands there. Something in their mannerisms change and it almost feels like the woman gro
What MattersI’ve never been one for aquariums, but my sister Penny insisted. She was wearing her Boston Whaler sweatshirt, her arms were tucked out of her sleeves and instead, hugged her sides. She shivered.What Matters12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Jack, I always get wet on the boat when you drive it,” she whined, looking at me. The way her chartreuse eyes gleamed in the sunlight, I could’ve sworn God dropped rainbows around her irises before she was born.
“Oh really?” I question, slipping out a few Lincolns while the lady handed us our tickets.
“Yeah. You go too fast,” she said, taking the child’s ticket from my hand.
“I was only trying to get here before the animals got tired,” I lied. I loved going fast more than a Nascar driver, and my sister knew as well as I did that the passion wasn’t restricted to highways. When I got the chance to speed, letting the wind ruffle my hair and hear the motor roar, I took it.
“You’re a liar Jack,” she rem
Oh, WellRain cancelled picnic. Dance session ensued.Oh, Well13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Wrong Turn"So help me God, I will throw this bloody pan at your head! Don't tell me you're sorry!"Wrong Turn15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Don't you 'but darling' me, you pile of bird's droppings! You're worthless, you can't even mow the bloody lawn properly! I'd be better off with a lawn ornament for a husband than you!"
The crash of crockery hitting the wall echoed in the morning air. Melanie stretched out and closed the window, muffling the argument. Despite the regular domestics, at least the couple on that side weren't as bad as the neighbours on the other side.They drove her mental. She'd thought when they moved in that they were a gay couple, maybe from one of the Asian countries or something. She hadn't realised they were bloody monks, and their chanting never stopped. Even when they slept, they played a recording of the blasted chanting. It was the reason she now kept all the windows on that side of the house shut at all times -- if she didn't, the sound would get into her head and torment her endlessly.
Sacred PoolSacred PoolSacred Pool15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Wee!” The high pitched squeal of the prince's voice cut the late morning quiet as Atem dropped into the steaming water of the spring. He paddled around happily, entertaining himself while his father and the priests did important priest things in the shrine to Amun. Light glimmered off the surface, catching the little waves he made in the still surface as he swam.
As they did, he realized that the glimmers weren't just on the surface. They continued under it, floating. Fascinated, the young prince pulled himself up onto a rock and caught a handful of the water, watching as tiny flakes of gold glittered, suspended in the water. He couldn't comprehend how, when gold was heavy and sank in water.
“There is a story.” The voice was kind, a woman's, from behind him. “Would you like to hear, Highness?”
Atem looked up and behind him, seeing one of the priestesses of the shrine. “I would.” he agreed with a smile. He loved stories.
Chiya X Ren: Hide and Seek confession"The weather today is sunny with a few clouds in the sky. There is o% chance of precipitates and a cool breeze blows in the West. It is 20 degrees. Back to you, Tom."Chiya X Ren: Hide and Seek confession18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Thank you Samantha. And now the traffic. There are at the moment ..."
A girl with long blond hair with curls named Chiya watched the news with a cup of tea in her hand. She sipped her tea and looked out. The birds are singing in the trees in the front yard and the sun shines above the house, but Chiya did not look happy.
"It's such a beautiful day outside, too bad that my brother is not here now.", She thought in her head and looked back at the TV. Unfortunately, her big brother Toru had a private interview today and he did not know how long it would take. She looked at her cup and
"What could I do?" She asked herself after. She wanted to leave the house , but it's always boring to just somewhere to go. She was awakened from her thoughts when she heard something upstairs. It sounded like her phone ringtone.
False Hope and Ruined Dreams “You should pay more attention to me,” I say, folding my arms crossly over my chest. Travis barely looks at me as he throws on his cape, pulling the ridiculous mask over his face. “I am your wife!” I shout, and this time he does look at me, and I am saddened by the obvious hate that flows through his eyes.False Hope and Ruined Dreams18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“If I could have seen the future,” he growls, his fists clenched tight, “I would never have married a woman like you.”
Tears well up in my eyes, and I blink them away stubbornly. He likes it when I cry nowadays. “Then why are you still with me?” I challenge, stepping forward recklessly. He’s taller, broader and meaner than me, but sometimes when I’m angry I forget all the important things.
“Because you know who I am,” he snarls, jabbing a finger at his masked face. “I can’t afford to leave you. I have a secret to keep, you know. I can
Guardian AngelDear JonGuardian Angel19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don’t know if you remember me, but I remember you with that box of matches behind the school. I made you put them out. If you don’t remember me, I understand. There’s no reason you should, but my name is Annabelle. To be honest, I haven’t thought of you much since we finished junior high until recently. Now I keep thinking back to that day.
They say when your about to die, you see your life flash before your eyes. That’s not exactly true. I only saw that day with you. I remembered how angry you were and how I had to threaten to beat you up to get you to stomp them out. I was mean back then, and I’m sorry. I should have been nicer to y
The tuxedo cat sat next to Annabelle’s bandaged body, one paw resting on the unfinished letter. He was always there, even when all the families left. Hospice care was hard for everyone, even the cats, but this old tom always stayed w
I Woke Up With Whiskers - FFM Day 29Log entry number: 1I Woke Up With Whiskers - FFM Day 2919 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My goodness, I have no idea what’s happened to me. One moment I was lying in my bed, the next I’m some psychic cat. I don’t know what’s going on. I found this journal and a pencil, and with a little practice I managed to get the journal open and use the pencil to write. I don’t remember much about what happened, but I think I died. Yes, I’m not sure about many things, but I am sure that I died. And that now I’m a cat. And that my name is Jessica. I’m going to hide this journal in an alley and come back to it another time. I hope I can find some answers.
Log entry number: 2
Date: five days after entry 1
So, I went looking for answers. And I found some. I wandered around the neighborhood and managed to find where I use to live. Although I couldn’t remember it until I was there, I still found it. I also learned I can write in English, but only speak in cat. I made friends with another stray and he