GoodbyeThe booted feet left no sound as they stepped across the dirt.Goodbye4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He picked through the camp, taking care to be silent as he crept toward the tree line to the north. He gathered a few items as he went--a polishing stone, the healing potions Caeda had crafted earlier in the evening, a goodly section of dried meat that was hanging from a nearby tree branch--and placed them quietly into a small pack. He looked around at the two tents, a small wave of regret washing through him. He had a home here--as much of a home as he’d ever had--but staying would only cause suffering and hardship. It was better that he leave. It was easier to find a group than a single man; the Crows may have been tracking him, but if he slipped away, he could elude them a while longer.
A sudden voice caused him to draw his knife, but the familiarity of it kept him from doing any damage.
“And you’re not even going to say goodbye.”
He turned to face her, sheathing his
UntitledSetting: Chihiro's DenUntitled7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Synopsis: Will, Drix, Thier Siblings, and John are discussing a Mission with the Tokyo Branch of Chils that The government requested they take on together. As usual Will sees something he likes and makes his Move. Mikoto leaves the room, and Will follows.
Will: Hey! wait up
Mikoto completely ignores him and continues to walk
Damn she's Hot will thought to himself. About 5''6, C-cup, and curved perfectly. Her work uniform defined her body perfectly, considering she worked at a maid cafe. and iHer ice cold attitude was driving him insane. Finally he caught up with her.
Will: Miko, right?
She remained quiet, and continued to walk, which caused Will to smirk.
Will: So you wanna play this game huh?
Finally she stopped
Miko: Is there something i can help you with, I have no time for children nor their games
Will: Whoa! Child? If only you knew.. Heh heh maybe I could show you.
Miko rolls her eyes: Look its bad enough that i have to deal with you pe
Artemis The roar of the engine stirred the neighborhood from its quiet night. A few curtains rose and some dogs barked as a loud motorbike came to a stop at the corner of the street under a yellow streetlamp. Thick men’s leather boots padded for small feet played their deep song on the concrete. A hoodie hid under a large biker jacket. The hood covered a petite, exotic face.Artemis7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Artemis strolled down the street, more curtains rose and a few curious stares followed her as she continued her way, glancing briefly between the numbers on the scattered mailboxes, quietly counting them out loud.
"35, 36, 37… Ah, there we go, 38."
A small smile crossed her lip as she eyed the house she came to. The place was dark, unlike the rest of the houses around. It looked dead, dark and rather old. She examined the windows and both sides of the house for an entry point. Nothing to climb, and the humidity made sure no one would leave a window
Black BirdyCorben stood in his doorway looking out into the street. To his left and right were clear. Across was clear. So where had that quick knock come from? Slowly closing the door, a glimmer on his doormat snatched his attention.Black Birdy9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Corben had never been good with animals, so he had no idea what kind of black bird was at his doorstep. Squatting down, Corben observed it for a moment, looking for signs of breathing or any movement to show it was still alive. Declaring it dead, Corben’s eyes went back to the golden glimmer that had caught his eye. Around the bird’s neck was a golden thread, and a tiny note folded against the bird’s back. Gently holding the creature, Corben removed the note and unfolded the note and read it. There had to be a reason a bird was carrying a note, especially in this day and age, right?
Corben’s eyes scanned over the paper multiple times, before folding it up and stuffing it in his pocket. Without a breath of hesitation, Corben held the bird in b
.Here I lay in the junkyard of many parts. The gray-orange clouds lay low as they drag on in the thick and humid atmosphere. It's been years since I've been here. The rain fell quietly as it hit the rusted and torn metal on my face from my last attempt to shut myself down. I wanna turn myself off.... I wanna rip my battery out. If anyone is even alive anymore... Just take it out. Memories pan by across my screen. My human friends... We were happy.. We talked. We shared many laughs. We grew up together. Learned. Lived together. We were there for each other. I pulled out the necklace that had a rusting golden key with a diamond in the middle. I remember it was a prized possession of one of my friends. They never took it off. My other friend gave me his piece of jade that was given to him... Why can't I die like them. Living forever was not my intention. I don't want to live forever. Someone break me. SMASH ME, ANYTHING!! JUST TAKE ME OUT OF MY MISERY!! It's been like this for 220 years. O.11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
*Rainbow Web*Rainbow mist, opalescent web, embellishment completed.*Rainbow Web*12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A Kiss The two rest side by side, Rafi resting with her head on Cassandra's breasts with her body curled around Cassandra's. Gently but suddenly, Rafi lifts herself up and ontop of Cassandra, straddling her belly. She leans into Cassandra and holds Cassandra's head between both her hands. Rafi nuzzles Cassandra's forehead, and her hair tickles Cassie's face. In the darkness, Rafi just makes our Cassie's face,and she gingerly kisses her. "I love you," she says, her voice breaking. "I don't think I've ever said that to you in person before, and I'm sorry if I never have." She kisses her again, hesitantly, then pulls back. "I'm sorry, I don't want to confuse you, I..." She swallows, her voice dropping quieter. "I hope this is okay-"A Kiss1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Cassandra moves her hand behind Rafi's head, letting it rest heavily. In the darkness, she just makes out Rafi's eyes. Rafi lets the weight of the hand bring her face to Cassie's, and she kisses her once more. "I love you," she repeats, te
HauntingHe wasn’t supposed to die, it was just a game. But it didn’t end how it was supposed to.Haunting1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A simple dare gone wrong. But he never came back up.
We were supposed to jump off the rocks, lots of people had done it before. But we were supposed to get a running start. That’s the thing, no one has ever jumped that far out.
The water turned a dark crimson mere seconds later. He’s not coming back.
The realization hit like being slammed into a brick wall. The body, where’s the body?
Nothing came back up.
It was on the news later, a diver found the missing boy’s body, impaled underwater. He drowned before he bled out. He could have been saved.
They wouldn’t leave the story alone, the investigation went on for too long. The guilt never goes away.
It could have been me. How were we supposed to know that would happen?
Normal life wasn’t “normal” anymore. Looks of sympathy, judg
MondayMonday.Monday1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No one likes Monday, right?
Well, no one likes this Monday either. He's that old man down the street that no one ever wants to visit. Even all the little girl scouts avoid his house like the plague.
Old Man Monday is so clearly depicted by the way he throws his front door open to yell at the neighbors, the way he looks so disheveled with his greasy, graying, too long hair standing on end as if he'd just woken from a year of unrestful hibernation. Monday is so perfectly described in the way he snaps at anyone brave enough to approach him. He's so easily defined by that feeling of relief you get when you've managed to pass him by without conflict.
He's not a horrible man I suppose, but he's not a pleasant person to spend a few minutes chitchatting with. He's not that neighbor that most people would illustrate with bright colors and smiles.
Even his house looked grumpy. He lived in an old, decrepit home. Shutters were in dire need of a new paint job, a few of the steps up to
Middle of NowhereThe world around me was so silent out, it felt like my footsteps echoed so loudly that even God could hear them. Can you believe that? God? Hearing MY footsteps? I didn't really like the idea. I didn't like the thought of being so uncovered, so visible, and it frightened me.Middle of Nowhere1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Heart pounding, I looked up, scanning the desolate street suddenly wanting, craving the presence of another living being, brain ticking and blood flowing. It was probably the only paved road in this tiny little town out in the middle of nowhere, and, just to give you an idea of just HOW small it was, you should know that I could clearly see were it started along with where it ended. Just a couple of dusty buildings lined up along either side of the street, a hanging sign creaking a little in the rare breeze that wafted past, not paying me any attention. And it was to my grave disappointment that no one was there. The street was empty besides me and a piece of road kill that I was fairly certain was the stray dog I
Bits and Drabbles: Lana Lana looked up, seeing Lance come home with an old leather bound book in his hands. She tilted her head curiously, ‘what’s that?’Bits and Drabbles: Lana 1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lance grinned opening it up, ‘it’s a book I found, it has potion instructions in it,’ he carefully flipped through a few pages and shut it with determination, ‘I’m gonna try it.’
Lana had a confused expression on her face, an eyebrow raised, ‘you don’t have magic.’
He grinned, ‘nope, but I have science.’
Lana just shook her head and flopped back onto the old couch.
‘Here, try this.’
Lana opened her bleary eyes. She must have fallen asleep. Lance stood before her holding a cup, she eyed the liquid warily. Steam rose from the cup, the liquid a odd pink. Gingerly taking the cup from his hand she made a face at the liquid’s odor, ‘what is it?’
Lance just met her eyes, ‘do you trust me?’
Lana blinked at that, then shrugged,
Burn After ReadingDid I ever tell you about the footprints?I hope you don't think me ill for forgetting. Thanks to our letters, I've noticed excitement has the ability to tamper with my memory. I can't remember what I wrote in my haste. That is why I am taking great pains in writing this letter as slowly as I can.Burn After Reading1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Now, about those footprints. Since I can't remember writing to you about them before, I'll tell you again. They are like nothing we've ever seen before. I'm not even sure we can call them footprints. Here, I'll draw it for you.
Isn't it weird, Smith? Three, we assume to be, toes and a nail, possibly in a fourth toe. We don't have enough data on it yet to be sure but I think we might have found one. Do you remember the rocks and broken eggs we found three weeks ago? Laurie found a tiny tooth in one of the shell fragments. It's one of best finds yet! Real proof that this thing isn't a mere bedtime anymore.
We've also found a tuft of hair. It's very coarse and wiry. The only thing that kept it
Demon chasing you into the Abyss„You better get ready, for here I come. You better use this head start or I’ve already won. I will be your ever hunting demon and I’ll put you on a test. I will not tolerate weakness, I will not tolerate rest. Come on, I wanna play with you and totally wear you down!”Demon chasing you into the Abyss2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She felt the oppression in her head, getting ready to start running. ‘The only thing to show that I’m worth it’, she thought. ‘Others have gone through this running the gauntlet, and they could succeed. Failure is not an option. I must make it’. Determined in her goal, she gathered confidence and ran her first lap.
“I can sense your weakness, I can feel your hesitation. Haven’t you noticed that others are ahead of you? Have you not known that you need to increase your speed with each lap? I am almost at your side and I will make sure that everyone will know about your weakness then. Don’t let me near you or you’ve lost the game!”
The Treasures What Lie BeneathOn your travelsThe Treasures What Lie Beneath2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Look out for what lies inside:
The shell of broken lupine records,
The static surface of sub-zero princesses
And pastel-coloured joyous hooves.
Such wonder to be
Blasted with all sorts of well-known talent!
Try breaking through the shell;
Surprising treasures lie beneath.
Taste the yolk of
Beautiful hand-drawn creatures of the sea
And carefully-sculpted beasts to see!
Tiny pieces of detailed talent-
Pixel by pixel of excellence that we
Sometimes miss out,
Blocked by the shell of obscurity.
Admire the whites of
Wonderful scenes compiled by
A clever manipulator's eye;
Multiple shots of a camera
Merged into a work of art of its own.
Animals rarely seen on the shell
Lurk beneath the surface, as well.
Listen out for the cheerful chuckles
Of bright-eyed novices
Still finding their pencil-sketched, tablet-penned voices!
Boost their confidence with your words of positivity
And amplify the voices of their pencils, pens, mouses-
Make them feel
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.
OLDMerlinhad a rough, but successful day.OLD2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had ridden far and wide, but had no time for nymphs today, for all was business.
At one point he was talking to someone and saw his reflection in a waterfall. Suddenly it came to him: he was OLD. He didn't feel old, except some days when old battle wounds ached. He still walked on catlike feet and his doctors said that he had the heart of a twenty-two year old.
Merlin had been talking to a much younger person and wondered who the reflection was in the waterfall. With a shock, he knew it was himself! Suddenly he realized he was a two-hundred year old magician and saw why Nimue no longer loved him. He saw the foolishness in thinking such a thing. Of course he realized that it had been fun to tease him and he had laughed at her antics, but he saw that it was all a tease on her part. She said that she had teased everyone around her and he would just have to deal with the fact that she never wanted to see him again.
It had been easy to fool hi