DustThere was no funeral, but of course everyone still had words.Dust30 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Everyone always has words. You can hear them, bouncing off the walls as you hurry to class. You can hear them crowding the cafeteria when you eat lunch. You can hear them whispered through the teacher’s lecture.
Everyone always has words, even if they don’t have facts. And this held true for the accident midway through my sophomore year. A man had been killed. The headlights of a car had chased him down and chewed him up. He was dead. And everyone had words.
It’s such a tragedy, he must’ve been a good man, how could the driver not be paying attention?
They didn’t personally know him, of course.
The only one who didn’t have words was the daughter of the driver, whom I happened to be dating. We sat in the cracked corners of our classrooms and retreated from the words. Her face would pull in on itself when the topic came up. Her mouth sewed itself shut at the sound of others’ words.
Still Big and BadTeeth clacking together audibly, the wolf snarled at the other beast. His hackles raised as the other crept towards him. This was not what he had counted on. A step was taken back in retreat as the gator took several towards him. His lips parted in a cruel grin and Rafe nearly pissed himself.Still Big and Bad5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fuck, fuck. What was this?? He was better. Better than this for sure. Though apparently not.
Couldn't he just once- ONCE have the upper hand? No, this was not the hand that fate had dealt to him. Instead he was always running. Running with his tail between his legs. Like now.
Giant jaws snapped at him, drawing a strangled yelp from the younger beast. “Nah nah, boug," the gator hissed. "Y'ain't runnin' now, are ya? What happen to yer tough talk, mah petite loup? Ain't y'gon do sumptin bout me, huh?"
There was no more room to back up, his rear bumping against cold stone. Desperately he attempted to flatten himself against it. A laugh rumbled from the gator's jaws. &
Death followed my father home.Death bought a new pair of shoes from my father. It left and hit a woman right in front of my father’s store. It dragged her thirty feet across the parking lot before speeding off, leaving her to bleed in front of Target. It brought my father out of his shoe store to direct traffic around the body, blood trickling against his shoes. It tapped the shoulder of an employee with CPR training. It got blood all over his clothes and sent him home early for the day when there was nothing he could do.Death followed my father home.10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Death followed my father home. It called my father’s cell phone with an invitation he couldn’t turn down. It put a new playlist in my father’s Pandora shuffle that brought him to tears. It picked out the finest formal wear my father owned and laid it on the bed. It cancelled the plans my father had with his grandson.
Death gave my nephew an empty balloon. My father took it away before he could choke. It wheezed a skeletal laugh and patted the boy on the head.
Wax'n'Wane - PMDu Written AppEXPLORERS GUILD: Team Wax’n’WaneWax'n'Wane - PMDu Written App13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Date Joined: September 28th 2013
Current Funds: 6 St
Species: Meowth *shiny
Characteristic: Often lost in thought
Gender: Male Age: 21
Strength: 2 Agility: 4
Intelligence: 3 Charisma: 1+1
Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Normal -> Charisma
- Default Gloves
---- A pair of brown gloves Prince got once joining the Explorers guild.
- Apricorn Ocarina
---- An ocarina earned during Task #1. Princ
a youth without flowerswake up, dress in your sunday best - that white church dress with the ribbon collar wound tight like a noose around your neck. don't wince when mamma pulls your hair back into twin tails, even though your scalp feels like it'll split open.a youth without flowers13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
get in the car. wonder why your uncle is driving the family car down wheezy roads, but only wonder silently. from the back seat you see his fat old stomach wobble as the ford jostles down a gravel road toward church. apologize to mamma when your head smacks into the window - it's your fault, anyway.
smile like your daddy is the preacher, but don't seem too happy. mamma told you that today is a sad day. this thought rattles around in your tiny head; it doesn't make sense. how can the sky be as blue as a bird's belly on a sad day? there aren't many clouds in the sky.
don't fuss when mamma pulls you away from the kids playing ball underneath the big oak tree. she's only doing that to help you - you wouldn't want those pretty black shoes to get scuffed,
28/08/2014I call out. But I have no voice.28/08/201415 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I reach out. But I have nothing to grab.
I can't breathe.
I try to fly. I end up falling.
I try my best. I end up disappointing.
My words, they never fall into the right ears.
I am drowning in my thoughts again.
Nothing to bring me back to reality.
The last day of EarthEvery TV and radio stations on earth announced forthcoming meteor shower. It was to come in 12 hours and destroy the whole surface of green planet.The last day of Earth16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"To avoid an extermination of human race, a group of people selected by US government will be placed in a special aircraft which will be launched in several hours to survive the meteor shower in air. 15 hours from now, when the catastrophe is expected to cease, the aircraft will land back on desolated earth." - Announced anchorman with an indifferent face, as he wanted the last news delivered by him to be impeccable.
It truly was the last news and not only for him.
Streets of New-york and Paris, London and Rome, Tokyo and Moscow, were full of people, like on New-year's countdown. Almost no one was talking. Everyone became mute in a face of devastating threat. At this time only important things had enough power to be said: "I love you", "I don't want to die", "Lord, have mercy on us".
Not a single thing was visible on a dark blue
Insomnia CafeWelcome, my dear, to Insomnia Cafe.Insomnia Cafe18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Straight-jackets and violins can be found to your left-
Yes, yes, we're coming to that. Now where was I? Ah yes-
Coffee is served over here, laced with arsenic, just how you like it.
Yes, I know how you take your coffee, my dear. Do come along.
To your right is our jukebox lullabies and those voices.
The voices? Oh, they're the whispers you hear at night,
the pulse and scratch.
It's only your imagination, though, yes?
Come, come, my dear; there is much to see.
Ah, you're shivering. Here, over here.
The fire is liable to spreading but the hearth is rather cozy.
Oh, no, don't fret, my dear;
It simply follows the trail of gasoline.
Onward! My dear, don't stare at him. He doesn't like it.
Help yourself to violets and cough sweets.
The street-cats always buy too many, anyway.
And now we have arrived at the main attraction!
I told you we were coming to it.
Now, my love, open wide. No, not you, my dear. You just try to keep still...
human behaviorhuman behavior21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“These gorillas are just not picking up the sign language,” said Dr. Peterson.
His partner, Dr. Bryant nodded.
“Yes, it’s odd,” she said. “Every group we've worked with has been able to master at least a handful of signs. But this group can’t remember anything but ‘banana’. What could it be?”
“Banana,” signed one of the gorillas.
Dr. Peterson sighed and passed around bananas to the group.
“Well, let’s go get some lunch. I’ll call Frank.”
As the doctors left the room, both with phones to their ears, one of the gorillas held his banana up to his head like a phone.
“Hey guys, look at me: I’m a human!”
Generations - Through the Years1956Generations - Through the Years1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“So tell me, do you think I can get away with this on the beach at Nice?”
Helen Forbes looked over at her daughter and said “I don’t know – you don’t think it shows a little too much?”
Katherine smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. “Nah – I don’t think so,” she said with a smile. The sleeveless white blouse was open at the neck, the lapel folded back, and her red shorts had little pockets at the front. Her outfit was completed with a pair of white heeled sandals.
“I still think it’s a little showy,” Helen said as she went back to packing her daughter’s case. Her mother was wearing a blue blouse, the neck open and the lapels pressed back, and a knee length red cotton skirt that buttoned up the front, with white open toed shoes.
“Come on Mum – what did you wear when you were my age?”
“Short dresses, long socks and pigtails,”
Death Aya TrailerDeath Aya Trailer1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Todd VO: My name is Todd Williams.
We’re shown a black and white image of a house. A loud heart beat is heard, and it continues to beat over the whole scene. Cut to inside, where six-year-old Todd is staring at something off screen. Camera pans to reveal a girl with black feathery wings carrying a scythe.
Todd: *amazed* Who are you?!
The heart beat starts to slow, eventually stopping. We hear the flat line.
Todd VO: And I was supposed to die.
Scene flashes to the present. Everything is in colour now and Todd is lying by the road, eyes blank, blood dripping from his mouth. We hear footsteps, and a pair of boots appear in front of Todd. Their owner drops to her knees and weeps, and we see that it’s the same girl from his childhood.
Todd VO: Luckily for me, the reaper was kind of in love with me…
We see a quick image of the girl, Aya, with her hands on Todd’s chest. White light is seeping through he
Not SafeI can’t decide if this is payback, or if I never really cared in the first place. I’ve always been cold; cold on the outside, cold on the inside. Machine. Shut away the emotions that rage too strong, that overwhelm until reason freezes them and I feel nothing but numb.Not Safe1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My rage is cold as well.
It is anything but numb.
My hand hovers in the air; tensing, waiting, fisting, opening to wait again. Why can’t I let myself slap you?
Aloof, disdainful. It would be lowering to let myself enact this frozen rage upon you. I am better than this. I am better than you.
Hovering, hovering, the muscles tense and losing feeling at my fingertips with tingles that say they are wound too tight. My skin burns with cold, my face; my lips are bloodless and hot and smooth with the words clamped shut behind them.
Retribution: For who?!The judge steps up to the podium, his silver plated armor reflecting the light from the neon purple roof that hangs over the coliseum. He takes a moment to examine the crowd. He is used to feeling alone. Being one of only a few humans left that has not opted to a change their DNA. He briefly recalls a time before science was open with DNA splicing. As he takes the crowd in, he bets that every type of splice-form in the galaxy has attended this scandalous trail. He is right.Retribution: For who?!1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His gaze is quickly averted from the crowd to the defendant as she walks in.
“LET THE TRIAL BEGIN!!!" The judge yells to the crowd.
The defendant walks down a long pathway to a suspended podium in the center of the coliseum. Blazing blue energy chains float amiably around her bound up arms. If she was to do something foolish like attempt escape, the chains would turn a red. The amount of heat and energy would efficiently sear her hands clean off her arms. As she takes her last steps up to the podium, cam
Road To YouI was born a fool on the runRoad To You1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I've broken hearts and lost at love
There's not one thing I would change or undo
Cause all my life's been a road to you
Mathias stared out of the bus window, only half taking in the scenery of the city that he was in now. He had never been an overly restless person and yet something had told him to just... go. In the end, he had trusted his instincts and he had done so. There was a bag in his lap, a duffle bag overhead and he was headed for... hell, he didn't know. He had just bought a ticket to a place that had felt right. He had scarcely glanced at the name or the ticket since. He had plugged in his headphones, music distracting him from some of his thoughts and from the looks and whispers of others. It was a lie to say that he had grown used to these things. That he would ever. He might have come to acknowledge that they would always happen, but that didn't mean he liked it and that he accepted the fact that people would do it. Listening to music
The Third ChoiceThe sky was insufficiently purple for a really good thunderstorm Anna thought as she absent-mindedly poured the last of her Coke on the ground and inadvertently drown an innocent beetle. Summer wasn't the way she remembered it being, and she longed to return to those halcyon days that dwelt only in her head. If she had the learning she might have reasoned that it was pollution which had so altered the atmosphere as to change the climate, but being who she was all she thought of was her own disappointment with it.The Third Choice2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Soon it would be time to amble on back to the house and force herself to eat something because the body can not live without sustenance. There would be something leftover in the refrigerator, although she didn't fancy it even without knowing what it was. There should be ice cream, she thought, and a fair. To ride the rides after dark and laugh and scream and walk along the midway. The sensation of melancholy crept into her and removed the last desire for a meal.
~*Would Be Better*~The darkness closes~*Would Be Better*~2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The final leaves flutter and fall
What a perfect way-
Perfect way to end it all
The tale has been told
Starting with a sweet love song-
Followed by the cold
Cold, sheer truth and the one strong-
Strong fall of the heart
Even if you never love
Never play the part-
The part in which a prince comes
Even if the weather shifts
You unleash all your evil tricks
Fate bond to the life that drowns
Would be much better to do
Then to sit here now and say
“I never have loved you”
Todd“Todd?”Todd2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The 19-year-old by that name glanced up, surprised to see a hologram of Nick standing before him. He knew there was no actual hologram – he was in a full-body containment rig, the kind used for lava- or deep-earth mining. Nick had merely projected himself against the hybrid-glass dome that protected Todd’s head, making it seem as though he was standing on the rocks before him. Todd smiled big.
“Nick? It’s, I’m honored!” he said. He didn’t straighten up, though; Todd glanced back down to the huge chunk of rock he was extricating and began slicing it again with the laser-drill on his arm. “So, uh, sir, what can I do for you?”
Something in the young man’s voice made him stop what he was doing and actually look up now – Nick’s hologram represented the state his mind was in, and right now, it was flickering and nervous looking. When he glanced up, Nick laid a computer-generated ha
60 For 60: The Noble Bachelor (2)So Robert had found another heiress to marry. Flora tucked the newspaper away.60 For 60: The Noble Bachelor (2)2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Though her fiancé wouldn’t be jealous. It was strange—she felt nothing for Lord St. Simon now. Instead she had Jem, who had asked if she would do him the honour of becoming his wife.
After all this time, she had finally managed to find a gentleman.
anythingHold on. No, wait, a little to the left. Smile. Moment captured. We'll hate it later. We love it now. You don't use enough exclamation marks when you talk, birdie. I know. I don't like them. You are too close for breathing. Hold my hand when we are not together. Hold my hand through walls and fallen trees. Let me live in everything you see. Let me jump from every object you glance at. Let my name ring out as a ghost when you see someone with hair like mine. Let the memory of my hands graze your mind when you see someone else's. Let nothing else be enough. And my shadow hovers over everything you are. And my voice still makes you jerk your head. And you are my first experiment, and let the sound of typing make you remember me. May the blurred silhouette against the kitchen window at 10pm when the light is long remind you of me. May you miss where your head fell against my collarbone. Scoop up burned charcoal with bare fingers and cry. Dip your guitar string calluses in the ocean and cryanything2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Color RedThe color red was asked to do the dishes for his mother and father.The Color Red2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He washed the salad bowl and his own plate and utensils, but did not do his mother and father's dishes.
He went into the other room and lay on the couch, staring at the screen of a macbook.
The macbook had a still from the first episode of Neil Degrasse Tyson's "The Cosmos."
The time left in the episode was 37 minutes and 12 seconds.
The image was of the sun peeking out over the dark side of a planet.
There were 37 minutes and 12 seconds left in the program and the color red wished the netflix screen would read 37:12 for the rest of eternity.
But it wasn't 37:12 for long.
After a while the screen said "playback timed out" and the color red didn't know what to do.
He flailed his red arms.
Another Night among FriendsThe red caterpillar crawled towards me. The centre of the worm’s body swung slightly like a joint and looked like a canker: Dark grey amidst a long cluster of stained red and moldy white. It jerked to a halt right in front of me; I felt a wave of hot ill-smelling air engulfing me. The worm opened its mouth and gulped me down its gullet.Another Night among Friends2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
First I passed the usher. His head was wagging on his shoulder, some beads of sweat run down his forehead. He greeted me as a matter of his routine.
I moved deeper through the creature’s bowel. Here they were: bodies like relentless waiting undead. They did not take any notice of me, because I looked like them, belonging to the same species. Some folks were almost sleeping; some kind of talked or tried to eat each other up.
Some handled gleaming illuminated clumps, absorbed in a hustle of confused, elusive thoughts. They looked like talking with invisible or even non-existing mates, listening
ASECEDE A Word from GodSpeak slowly, speak softly, for others might fear you."ASECEDE A Word from God2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Nobody, no face, no race, no trace of my material existence. I am the product of your existential crisis. There are no supporting characters, no cast, no show. This is entirely space.
In the flesh, I’m a unicorn, bound by superstition and lore. Selfish strangers with bland parentage and lineage and no true culture of their own will exclaim my name in sanctimonious triumph to justify barbaric imperialism. They live to speak and breathe my name, but they know nothing about its intonation.
I am a state of mind. I am a “figment of your imagination,” a by-product of your more visceral thoughts. I am volatile, irrational, conniving, and bloodthirsty.
I am the lion, you are the lamb. And tonight I will bask in your silence.
27/08/2014This is an incredibly odd sensation.27/08/20142 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I feel nothing, but at the same time I feel everything.
It's like a numbing feeling but tingling all over.
My vision is blurred and the sounds around me are muffled.
It sounds like someone is calling me from afar but I don't have the energy to reach them. I'm simply too far away from them.
Everything is losing colours as I sink into the darkness and never awake again.
Grown Ups [For Kinicha]Grown Ups [For Kinicha]2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Damn it, Newton! My grandmother can hit harder than that!”
Pariah glared daggers at his silent boyfriend, lurching forward as much as he could, wrists jerking against the silk bindings keeping him tied to the bedposts. His chest, pale and exposed, was blossoming with black and purple bruises, and now he had a new one forming beneath his left eye.
“Do it again!” He snarled. “Do it like you mean it!”
Newton frowned, then drew back his fist and obliged. Pariah’s head snapped to the side, blood oozing from his nose. A dark smile crossed his face and he slowly turned to face Newton.
“That’s better”, he purred.
Both men suddenly froze, their eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. Pariah’s face turned a bright tomato red as he gazed at the bedroom doorway, where Amelia stood sleepily rubbing her eyes. She was clutching a tattered looking stuffed cat to her chest, and it looked like she’d b