CropcirclesWitch's circle, demon risen. Labelled: AlienCropcircles1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Punch She gazed through her fingers at the small dinning room decorated with the litter of relatives and spilled punch. Poised like a child, hands over her face and legs to her chest, she rocked back and forth on her heals, ignoring the crackling of her joints. The old couch creaked under the stress of her weight. She never allowed anyone to sit on the couch. It was a bad habit to grow accustomed to the stationary life. However, this day was an exception. She hadn't moved since they collapsed onto the hard wood of the dinning table, or slumped awkwardly out of their chairs. Those old eyes could not stand to look at them more than a few precious moments at a time. The only parts of her that felt young were her fingers and her heart. They shook and fluttered, keeping time to her nervous glances at the scene before her.Punch3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her mother had let it happen, over and over again. Like her mother, she had stood by while it happened to her own children. The children
statue of limitationsstatue of limitations4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“And finally, we have the Statue of Limitations,” said Hank’s teacher.
“Isn't that supposed to be “statute” of limitations?” asked Hank.
“Yes, that’s where the statue’s name comes from,” said the teacher.
She gestured towards the statue. It depicted a person attempting many simultaneous tasks, and failing at them all.
Then she pointed to the base of the statue, where the name “Hank” was carved.
“Wait,” said Hank. “What kind of museum is this?”
Happy Birthday Sonic!A Supersonic BirthdayHappy Birthday Sonic!5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When Sonic walked down the steps to his kitchen that morning, he was not expecting company. Admittedly, the young ebony furred cat was shy enough and didn’t have that many friends relatively speaking anyway, but the three figures sitting at his table chatting definitely surprised him.
There was Gabe, his on-and-off again human friend; Ada, one of his more poplar creations, and then there was Coyote, a creation of Gabe’s that was… well, a fairly accurate and crazy reflection of his creator. “Uhh, how did you get in here?” Sonic asked, not believing his eyes.
Gabe looked over to him. “Well, I have no idea how Ada got in here,” he said, pointing at the Khajiit vampire in question, “But I came in through the front door, used the spare key. Coyote, well… how did you get in?” he asked the mostly armored time traveling soldier. Sonic had the impression that Coyote was
Nora's Quest 2: Shipwrecks and Zehr“Alright, students! This here’s the first official Ragaki Scuba Club Anonymous event, so don’t mess this up or there’ll never be another like it! Now, let me see if all is up to par….”Nora's Quest 2: Shipwrecks and Zehr12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The blue-scaled, hook-sword wielding, spiky-hair having sea-dweller known as Zehr strolled down the inflatable boat housing only myself and my Companions. Both me and Iru were decked out in scuba equipment: the body suit, the goggles, the air… Aibu had given us both the oddest of looks before she’d sprawled out between two of the forward facing seats housed on the inflatable boat to sunbathe.
Did I mention it was inflatable? And it only had eight seats total…oh, y
Thoughts of HomeI am strong. You think of me as strong. I think of me as strong. I am stone and steel. I am build to be strong. I protect you from stormy skies and stormy moments. I have to be strong.Thoughts of Home17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Am I strong?
The wind and rain batter me, your footsteps and furniture weigh me down. Sometime I want to scream in pain and anger. Sometimes I want it to end. Sometimes I wish for the peace of nothingness. Of destruction. Sometimes I don't feel strong.
But sometimes when I look at you, you are smiling. Sometimes I see you happy. Sometimes I see you celebrate life. Sometimes I see you full of joys. In those times I feel strong. When the world is getting to you, I am there for you. And you smile. When people mistreat you, I am there for you, and you smile. When life seems like too much, when you feel as if you can't bear it anymore, my walls and floor are there for you. My doors are open to you. I am your house, your home. I am there for you. You make me strong.
Choice Was The ThingShe lay on her bed, trying desperately to pay attention to what she was watching, and failed completely. She debated whether or not to pick up her phone and send a message, because that's all there was to it, really. The phone lay inches from her hand, eager to be used. But she couldn't. She couldn't make herself betray herself, if that made any sense.Choice Was The Thing18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her wandering thoughts almost brought tears to her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. What was done was done, and nothing was going to change it. The red hippo stared at her, and she smiled - he had been outside when she took it from the white cupboard.
Pages and pages of poems have been written about heartache, but few actually hit the mark. the suffocating, the longing and the listlessness the poets described still did not do the feelings justice. There were going to be no tears, not tonight, not if she could help it. She hadn't cried in so long, and she wasn't planning on breaking her winning streak.
Perhaps it had something to d
How to Walk Through the Mall When You're SingleIf it is nighttime, park as close as you can to the front door. Park under a beaming lamp post, the one marked "Row A," and make sure that you clutch your keys tightly in your fist so that your Disneyland key chains slide against your Kate Spade bracelet. If it's daytime, still park as close as you can to the front door. You just never know.How to Walk Through the Mall When You're Single19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Do no count the number of couple holding hands. Do not pay attention to whose fingers are on top, who stands on which side. Do not count them. One, two, seven, twenty-six. No, stop. You'll be stuck here all night if you keep following the couple with the matching red Chucks.
Do no fake your phone calls. When you realize that you're walking in the wrong direction, do not put your phone up to your ear to listen to nothing but shrieking children at Toys R Us. Everyone can tell you're faking it, anyway. No one ever makes a sudden u-turn in the middle of the mall because of a call you got from your grandmother.
Do, though, take this time for yourself. S
The Prize Machine -???-Nobody in town seemed to know where the machine had come from. It just appeared one morning in Toon Town's park, with no sign of whoever or whatever had brought it there. It looked just like one of the little trinket/candy dispensers in grocery stores where you put a quarter in and get something, but this one was huge. The whole thing was about a story and a half tall, and loaded with various toys and knickknacks, each one sealed inside a half-red-half-clear plastic capsule about the size of a sports ball.The Prize Machine -???-21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A crowd surrounded the machine all morning. People were gawking at the machine, taking pictures of it, speculating about why it was there, and trying in vain to get it to dispense something.
Then Lizzie and Abbe arrived on the scene.
"C'mon, Sis!" Lizzie exclaimed, literally dragging Abbe through the crowd. "Everyone's talking about it! We've got to see it!"
Abbe said nothing. The blue wolf was also anxious to see the prize machine; sh
Forests and Gravity: Gregory's SideThe lad, Gabriel, had wanted him to meet his little friend from school. Gregory wasn’t sure why, but talking about this girl seemed to make the lad happy, so Gregory figured why not? He did get a bad feeling, though, when a bird dropped dead at his feet as he thought about the meeting.Forests and Gravity: Gregory's Side22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“That’s not a good sign,” he muttered to himself. But, he knew the lad would be upset if he didn’t show up.
The trek through the woods was familiar to him. It had been well over ten years since his wife had died. Over ten years of loneliness and living like a bushman in these woods. Nothing new to him. He heard the sound of quiet argument in the distance.
“No, this is usually where we meet. You don’t have to be scared.” It was the lad’s voice.
But then Greg heard a little, vaguely familiar female’s voice. “I’m not scared!” it snipped. He couldn’t place wher
BungleKunoichi's masquerade failed. Locket's poison didn't.Bungle22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Forests and Gravity: Breeny's SideGabriel had been acting different. Breeny liked it. He was more positive and although he seemed more tiered, he was cheerier. He had said that he made a new friend who had started helping him see the brighter side of things and that he could introduce her. She was uber excited and immediately agreed. She especially liked walking with him along the edge of the woods.Forests and Gravity: Breeny's Side22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Okay, you ready to meet my role model?” The excitement he was radiating was contagious.
“Sure,” she said. But when she watched him turn into the woods she felt a sense of dread. Everyone in town said that kids kept disappearing in these woods. But, she’d be safe with Gabe, right?
They walked until Gabe stopped in a creepy dark spot. “Gabe, are you sure this is where you’re friend is going to meet us?” She was starting to get scared, but he seemed sure and nodded. “Don’t you think this is kind of str
Forests and Gravity: Gabriel's SideToday was the day. He was going to introduce Breeny to Gregory. She had noticed something different with his attitude and had been excited to find out who had turned him around. Now he was ready to introduce her to probably the best influence in his whole life.Forests and Gravity: Gabriel's Side22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Okay, you ready to meet my role model?” He was so excited. The two people that meant the most to him were going to meet face to face for the first time.
“Sure.” Gabriel watched as the girl’s face lit up with excitement, but it fell as soon as they turned into the woods.
It was a short trip before Gabriel stopped in the middle of a dense set of trees. He sat on an old log and motioned for Breeny to sit next to him. He was confused when she didn’t.
“Gabe, are you sure this is where you’re friend is going to meet us?” He nodded while he looked around. “Don’t you think this is kind of strange?”
Kiss of DeathNobody had noticed the two slip away; they only saw his gun. In that moment, the couple in the stall was forgotten. But they heard the gunshots and the lovers’ screams from the cafeteria bathroom.Kiss of Death22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Their suffering never mattered; the country cries over gun control, not the innocent. In history, a family’s pain is forgotten.
Smile57. 58. 59.Smile23 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sixty. The blocky numbers on the wall flash from 8:14 to 8:15. I jump up from the less than comfortable chair in the staff room and burst through the swinging doors, the morning murmur enveloping me as a welcome.
“Hey,” I say to my coworker. She wears a brown apron, identical to mine, and her hair is tucked into a bun that is neat and annoyingly perfect. “Care for a break?”
She hands a customer their change and gives me a strange look. “My shift just started.”
“Never too early for a break, though, right?”
She turns around, folding her arms across her chest and leaning back against the counter. She stares at me for a minute, and I keep smiling, the forced casualty making my cheeks ache. She looks like she’s about to say something, but must decide against it, as she shrugs and walks away. “All yours.”
I immediately take my place at the till, even though the customer she was attending to is long gone and
WonderShe sat outside the door, knees tucked into her chest, her arms wrapped around them, and wondered.Wonder1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She wondered how it was that mountains managed not to collapse under their own weight. Surely all the countless millennia that hung on them like snow must eventually wear them down until they became smaller than a grain of sand. How can something with such experience still be so strong?
She wondered how it was that the sea still had the energy to rush up onto the shore each day. The oceans that were filled with the salt of all the tears ever shed, filled with countless long-lost messages praying for salvation that would never, ever be heard. How could it do anything other than huddle in on itself so that it wouldn't fall apart?
She wondered how it could be that the sun could still shine down every day. Seeing everything, as it surely must from its celestial viewpoint, how could it be so cruel as to bring light to every day, making it easier to see the world that it shone upon. How could i
Pirates Grown UpWilbur gripped the wheel of the airship in his nimble hands. “Is the coast clear?” he whispered.Pirates Grown Up2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Nico was leaning on the side, watching dockhands bustle to and fro below them. “Huh?”
“I said is the coast clear?”
“Oh!” Nico glanced around again. “Yeah, yeah, no one’s looking.”
“Focus,” childed Wilbur gently. “We got all the stuff?” He reached down and pulled the lever that would activate the ship’s steam engine. The HMS Queen Elizabeth, a grand sky-tour ship, lifted off the ground. Its interior was expansive and posh, and it was full of supplies designed to allow week-long tours of Europe.
The Flite twins were using it as a getaway ship.
Nico reached down to grab a large sack; it jingled and clanked when he lifted it. “All the loot’s right here!” he confirmed. “Once we’re out of the country, we can live like k
In my final moments...In my final moments, I felt only regret.In my final moments...2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
All my life I had said I regretted nothing, but now I see that it was a lie.
I regret everything.
But even as I stare down ten barrels, I keep a straight face, unwavering. The soldiers are almost disturbed by my bravery.
Even as the muzzle flash blinds me, and the bullets dig into my flesh, I show no remorse.
And in my final moments, I also felt sorrow.
On the inside I already felt like I was dying. The only thing keeping me from crying was my dehydration and the fact the entire world will see me die.
People will admire my bravery, and how I faced death, looking him in the eye, with a straight face.
But they will never know how bent my mind was.
And in my final moments, I also felt alone.
I have been abandoned and betrayed. Anyone who was loyal to me, has died. Anyone smart enough to see that they are next, has left. I can not call myself my own friend, because I hate my own self.
And right now I
I Knew a BoyWe weren’t there for very long – just an hour before my feet started to hurt in too-small heels and I could feel sweat seeping through the tulle. His heels weren’t too small. And his dress wasn’t sweaty.I Knew a Boy2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I wasn’t used to dancing, especially not in these shoes, especially not to this music, especially not with fluorescent lights buzzing hypnotically above my head and with bodies so packed you couldn’t breathe without breathing in someone else’s breath. He didn’t mind.
There were old men with 20-something women who had surgically enlarged chests and thick, Pink Passion-colored lips. There were pregnant teenagers in miniskirts that barely covered their butts. There were people like us, people who just looked like boys in drag. I knew we had more of a story than that. Maybe everyone else did, too.
He had bought a prom dress online from a girl in India for $1.49, an evergreen thing with a plunging neckline, ripped hems, and clusters of brown s
My Monday Knows MeShe's put me in the basket, and I am swaddled up in cloth. It keeps my world just a bit darker, and just a bit safer as she carries me away. I don't mind it. Papa always said I was a snuggle bug.My Monday Knows Me2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She's rushing out the door, and I'm glad I'm swaddled up. Even in the soft fabric padding, I'm being jostled around. She's going to have to spend even longer trying to style me for whatever photo she's wanting to take of me, I hope she knows...
It feels like forever. She's placed me in the backseat of the van, and her mother is driving. I can hear them talking. Why aren't they saying where they're taking me? Why aren't they saying where we're going? I want to know.
It's been too long, before she picks up the basket again. I must have dozed off. She's walking slower now, smiling brighter. She's so happy. I'm glad to know I look somewhat like her.
She sets me down, and all these flowers—there are so so so so so many!! I don't have names for all of them! There are pink, and white, and