Home?It is a twenty minute journey from one world to another; from the city centre to the suburbs and from the present to the past.Home?2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Orange lamplight and the smell of flowers are my greeting as I get off the bus. Curtains are drawn in most of the windows, cars parked in the driveways to rest before the morning rush. The silence is stunning. Only far off in the distance, I hear the clink of a bottleneck shattered on a curb – another failed attempt at opening a drink, another small mishap to replace entertainment for the night.
I walk on. I am a stranger in these streets of my childhood. Only at the corner of my vision, I still see the world as it was back then; a sunny day before the children are send to bed. I see myself riding my bike and making treasures of the most ordinary things. Once, an old tire had turned into a boat for me. It sat on a sandy patch at the edge of the forest, far away from any water, but still it was an adventure only waiting to be found.
But all that happened b
Just BugsIt thunders, the first time in his life. Lightning on repeat.Just Bugs10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The people in the dustbowl town exit their households, eyes fixated starward, dry lips cracking and bloodying with their change in expression. The ground thirsts; it anticipates rainfall with the loving desire of a virgin.
The sky. Thick with clouds, black, a huge mass glowing with static and rolling, thunderous murmurs. He has not seen the like in his fifty years of religious servitude to the people; he remembers arriving at the town, twenty and verbose and Catholic, and the deterioration since then. What air conditioning his shack of a house had once had is gone and he lives with dry sweat on his arm and parched dreams in his head.
There is collective shuffling of dried feet across the dirt, drone-people swarming towards the edge of town and further into the desert. Buzzing.
The priest rounds off the back of the crowd, grateful for the night. The heat is less violent.
The people collect, standing in the sunken area t
No Sleep for the WoundedPatient Name: Isabella Everlasting MoonstoneNo Sleep for the Wounded16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I see those words with crystal clarity as they are being typed onto the computer screen as I am placed in this pit of white. It's been three days since I came here, and sleep evades me.
I ask for tea or pills to help me sleep, but the nurse assigned to me only cares about the cute male nurses and patients like the nurse in Ward 3 and Ronald Wilson. I know this because when I am allowed out of here from time to time I see her with a vixen smile handing a coffee to an attractive gentleman in white or treats from the outside to a grinning patient who lost their mind before their looks.
Never have I wished for sleep so much in my entire life. Even the nightmares that claw at my soul seem like familiar friends now. Perhaps anything is better than isolation at this point.
"Isolation is for the best," the Head of this hospital told me when I was processed. "Don't want you fighting with the other patient
Einkaufszettel - ein ExperimentI.Einkaufszettel - ein Experiment1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Bitch,Please! (BTT x Reader) C7"Go what?!" Antonio said, bewildered.Bitch,Please! (BTT x Reader) C71 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You heard me Toni, go streaking" you said,smirking
"Or you embarrassed your boyfriend Lovino will see you?"
"It's not like he hasn't seen you naked before mon ami" Francis chuckled, causing the Spaniard to turn redder than his prized tomatoes, but reluctantly remove his clothing where none of you could see him and walk out into the frigid weather.
-10 minutes later-
"Bastardo!" Antonio ran in, covering his privates as a shoe went flying past his head as he slammed the door. He walked around, not remembering whet he had placed his clothes. He found them and bent over, you bit your lip. Damn did he have an ass! After Antonio had his clothes back on the next round began
"Alright Francy, you have to... wear England's clothes until the next round is over."
"But mon cher! Zhey're so tacky!"
"I don't give a shit you lost so you have to do it"
he sighed and pulled on the Englishmans clothes that he got
Sunny Side UpSunny Summer’s real name was Sunny Summer. It wasn’t something one purred in eager ears under the neon lights of a strip club, but it was what her momma had called her and she went by it anyway. After all, what she was selling was the death of innocence; it seemed only fair that summer should die with her.Sunny Side Up1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Every night she would go up on stage dressed in a tank top and a skirt that fell to her ankles, grass green and flowing, projecting the kind of image that didn’t belong in a strip club. And every night, once the music started to play, she would trample that image and begin taking her clothes off much to the appreciation of her regular crowd of perverts. She knew some of them by name, others she had just seen hanging around the club, waiting for the show. They all wanted to watch as she killed a dream onstage, again and again, slaughtering it by way of exposure as she revealed to them the skin underneath those billowy clothes.
She had a sweet face, Sunny Summer; slim
teach meshe is the kind of beautiful that sneaks up on you,teach me1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the kind that can be seen, but is unappreciated from a distance
with time, you will learn what makes her this way
the first thing that you will learn, is your complete inability to ignore her.
she is special.
there is something about the way that she moves
something about the way that her long legs propel her away from you
and the way that you feel lonely the exact moment that she's gone.
she is proud.
you can see traces of it in the way that she carries herself
but her capable shoulders and thoughtful demeanor seem contradictory
and every day that you see her only makes you more curious.
she is smart.
you spend hours trying to read her mind,
only to fail to keep up when she tells you her thoughts
you get the feeling that she can teach you something important
she is strong.
and soft and gentle all at once
she has deep, dark, honest eyes and a sweet smile
she has big warm hands and strong capable arms
and everything about her
The Discarded Doll On the sullen hard ground sat a small broken doll. It's head shattered and limbs removed. No owner waiting to claim it's discarded remains.The Discarded Doll1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There it sat, still, lifeless, dismantled and distraught. Slight red-brown discolorations dotted the cloth of the dress. The doll not only was discarded, but was also the last possession the young owner held onto as the sweat aches of life passed.
The drop, although it had only been few feet up, splintered and snapped the doll as if it were a thousand.
The moaning, aching pain of loss consumed the doll and dissipated it's will to live. Gone was the soul and the body; gone was the owner who loved it so dearly; gone was the pain which both understood.
All was lost, for the evils of The Consumption kill many.
The Twilight Prologue Rewritten to Apply to Finals(Credit to Stephenie Meyer for the format of this piece and the inspiration~)The Twilight Prologue Rewritten to Apply to Finals1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'd never given much thought as to how I would pass, though I'd had reason enough to these past two tests. But even if I had, I don't think things would have improved.
I stared, neglecting studying, at the bright screen of my laptop, manga pages flashing by in an instant, their smiling faces filling the darkness of the finals that lingered just under the turn of the calendar.
Surely it was a good way to fail, reading manga, something I loved. Worthy of my Otaku-dom, even. That really should count for something.
I knew that if I'd never gone to college, I wouldn't be facing this pressure now. But, stressed out as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision. When life gives you a place where people don't bother you when you fangirl, it is unreasonable to grieve when the consequences of obsessively doing so come.
The lectures went in one ear then out the other, as finals approached, ready for me
To the next Adventure!~NadineTo the next Adventure!1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Running down the grungy market street, my best friend pants, “You just had to take it, didn’t you Nadine.” Anna looks like she wants to kill me. I look down at the intricately carved knife in my hands and say grinning, “It was so pretty I couldn’t resist.”
Our ship Excrucius made port this morning, so me and Anna came down to get supplies. Now we had to run from the English soldiers with our hands full of bags. Not my best plan... but we’re almost to the harbor now. I speed down to port and run up the wooden dock to our ship, Anna close behind. I think we lost the guards somewhere in town. Anna puts her hands on her knees as we suck in air and shakes her head.
“You’re gonna get us killed someday Silvertide.” Now that we are safely back on the ship we can use our nicknames without worrying on who overhears us. I chuckle and say, “But I didn’t today, Windsailor.” and start walking below deck
SplitEndsSplitEndsSplitEnds1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I have lost
A heartbreak .
1939 heures. O9.12.13
WiresThere are a lot of things they don’t tell you in school. Like when you wake up and the curtains are grey and the walls are closing in. And your eyes slowly open and it’s cold everywhere and it feels ok for a moment, and then you remember everything and the curtains bleed at the edges and you start falling again. They don’t tell you that in order to get out of bed you have to not only have legs but also the will. They don’t tell you that life costs your breath and your mattress and your pills and that most of us are too fucking poor to afford it. Dirt poor. Black bus stop poor. The lamps are out and the light is down the drain and we called a plumber but he’s too busy.Wires2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They don’t tell you that nightmares are contagious and they spread like wildfire and when I scream in the dark I’m calling for myself and not the neighbor next door. They don’t tell you Kale will move out because he’s tired of hearing about the wolves in my head and th
Scars and BurnsI looked out the window, past the tear-stained grey clouds and into to city horizon below. Bright lights flashed on the billboards near the highways, advertising Christmas baubles. Impatient shoppers scurried around, sniffing for the best deals.Scars and Burns2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The scent of get-well flowers assaulted my nose as I slipped my hand from the frigid window and gingerly lowered myself into the hospital bed.
I laid on my back and raised my scarred hands to the carefully neutral-colored ceiling. As if a mellow orange would stop a person from attempting suicide.
Scars and burns. Around my hands and forearms, explosions of burned skin frolicked around star shaped scars blooming with blood.
Scars and burns, what a wonderful duo.
I don't regret trying to find happiness. I don't regret locating a lighter and a knife to burn out the insecurities and cut out the loneliness. I don't regret my scars and burns, scars and burns.
Shattered Past “Why would you hold on to something like that?”Shattered Past2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He points to my old porcelain doll, Cecelia, and then flicks his eyes to me as he awaits my answer.
“Cecelia? Well, she was my best friend when I was a child. I lived in the country and was home-schooled. I didn’t know anybody else. You know that, Jack. Surely you have something similar from when you were that young, no?”
“No particular toy or trinket that you would spend all of your weekends, every lonely summer day playing with? Not a bicycle or a GI Joe figure? Nothing? I suppose it would be a bit different for you to have either of those on display, but you could at least identify. I used to have the best of times with ‘Celia—tea parties, walks through the pasture with my sister, bedtime stories when Mom and Dad were out of town and left us with our dreadful co
Snippets from Leon II4. It's been about a month now since I've been living with Mr. Shahan and his girlfriend. Sure, things still feel...well, rough, I guess, but they're getting better... At least, I think they are. I think they know I'm still not much for talking or showing my face too often. I get up about the same time they do, sometimes earlier, but Salim always forces me to eat something before I go to my first shift of the day. And, yeah, I guess it counts as some sort of improvement that I call him Salim now when we're not at the corporate building. Respect and all that.Snippets from Leon II2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Still not sure what to think of Ambrose, though. I can trust her, that's a definite, but I still don't dare annoy or anger her. Something tells me that'd be one of the last--if not the last--thing I'd ever do. She's patient with me, and despite the fact that sometimes her gaze still unnerves me, at least she doesn't force me to talk. Ambrose knows I've got issues, just like Sa
*The Trap*Delicious cheese, whiskers twitch, will I?*The Trap*2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ashe's MissionAshe's Mission2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The mission was simple: break in and retrieve six “subjects”; of course, nothing is ever that simple. The Institution had tighter security than Fort Knox and Area 51 combined. Believe me, I’ve broken into both.
My targets were fraternal twins, a black-haired boy and a redhead girl, a blonde girl, a snow-white haired girl, a flame-haired girl, and a brunette. The first three were Akira and Nyra Kurokawa and Lilly Quinn; the trio were strong psychokinetics. Next was Elizabeth Snow, Niko Smith—or so the institution calls her—and Lunaria de Winter. A demon tamer, a pyrokinetic, and a werewolf. Why they haven’t freed themselves already is beyond me, but I’ve been paid to get them out. I checked my watch. Fifteen minutes until the operation begins. Time to move into position.
As I moved through the edge of the forest, I inspected the clearing. Hundred feet of open field, guards watching out at all angles. I could take them out with my rifle, but that
Study Buddies“The library’s gonna close soon,” Anthony warned, glancing out the nearest window. The campus was darkened and appeared almost purple in the setting sunlight. Jason seemed to be ignoring him, still stooped over his chemistry textbook, scanning the same paragraph for the third time. The blond’s brow was furrowed in frustration, the hand that held his head off the table rubbing his temple as if to quell a headache. Anthony stared for a minute or two, anticipating some form of response, but, when it never came, he started to gather his things and shove them back into his backpack. He was startled, however, when a notebook was shoved aggressively in his direction.Study Buddies2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Show me one more time,” Jason demanded, leaning over the table, anxiously waiting for Anthony to comply. The ravenette glanced at the notebook and found himself stifling an exasperated sigh. He had gone over example after example with his classmate, but Jason never seemed to understand the mat
The feeling when you take a pooThe Feeling When You Take a PooThe feeling when you take a poo2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Several furries made the bridge for me as I stepped off the good ship furry. See, I went on the dock and tried not to look back. They were gone. All of them. They were leaving me behind. No, I was leaving them behind. I was working on that ship for a long time.
It was cool at first but then it turned into work and work and work. Now, I finally was able to let it go. The whole idea of a community was that a community would take care of others. Yet, it was the other way around. I suffered that. I was supposed to take care of others. I wasn't going to do that anymore. I really felt I wasn't going to do that anymore.
I knew not to look back. If I did. If I did I would regret it. The message in the bottle I left wouldn't be picked up by anyone. The amount of distress really didn't amount to anything with me. I found that I decided to go on my own accord, really. Though I liked to have said that I went away because I felt abandoned. No, it was probabl
ConfessionsMerlin downed the last of his amber mead and wondered why he loved the little nymph Nimue so much. He had seen, of course, through her manipulations when she asked for protection against the multitude of stars in the sky and he gladly complied with a smile on his face, protecting her against the orbs with his powerful arms. He had laughed at this, but he did not realize the power of the young nymph's charms and he soon fell victim to her overpowering love.Confessions2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was no fool like an old fool.
His love for her had become very serious and he had forgotten that it had all begun in good humor with a light touch. Certainly Nimue's plays were in that vein and he could see that he was being teased.
Now he had regained his good humor and as a result had seen Nimue again as she really was.
He remembered the signs of her deep love and laughed.